#Jonghyun x black reader

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(Ot5 ofc) SHINee As Your Boyfriend HC: Black Girl Edition (slight nsfw)

“Love is so nice” - JONGHYUN

Mostly SFW but it includes slightly or very nsfw themes at least once for everyone, if you are uncomfortable with that, feel free to leave feedback and tell me how it could be more comfortable for you or scroll :)

JINKI

-Buys you bonnets from different places made out of different materials, he once bought you an extremely expensive silk bonnet from Italy because he thought that you’d like it and that it would look good on you

-He loves it when you do different hairstyles, he loves your hair period, and loves anytime you change it or anytime you do something you’ve done before, he just loves your hair in general and loves to play in it, he’ll even put flowers in your hair when you’re going on walks and take adorable pictures of your hair with pretty flowers in it. he once made you a flower crown to wear and posted it on Instagram, everyone lost their minds and kept begging him to post more of you because they loved the pictures so much

-He’ll sit with you and wait for you to finish getting your nails done, even if it takes 15 minutes to 4 hours, he’ll wait and pay for it when you get done, then he won’t let you lift a finger when they are finished and gives you princess treatment, he loves the sound that they make when you type, it’s not usually loud, but the small tapping sounds always make him feel so relaxed and at home

-Your family invited him over for dinner so they could meet him and he sang for them, afterward he ate and experienced the itis, but he didn’t even make it back home before he fell asleep full and satisfied, he said that if you ever feed him like that again he’d marry you blind. He always asks when the next time you’ll visit your family is because he loves their cooking, they even sent food once because he kept asking about it and when he tried the peach cobbler he got literally weak in the knees and almost put it over cake

-He almost turns into a dog whenever he sees you putting on lotion, you’ll be sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing your legs down and he’ll come in and be like “Are you trying to seduce me? It’s working.” It’s like he goes into heat when he sees you fresh out of the shower and even in the shower, not just because you’re naked but because seeing you lathered up just sets off something in his head and gives him the unstoppable urge to be inside of you, he’ll literally go from “You’re so pretty, my pretty girl” to “I need to fuck you, now.” Like soft cuddly boyfriend Jinki, to daddy Jinki in seconds just from seeing you putting on lotion

JONGHYUN

-Steals your bonnet and wears it himself, he’ll wear it to dance practice or to recordings and when someone asks what it is he’ll be like “Oh, it’s my girlfriend, she usually wears it to sleep, but it fell off last night so I took it:)”

-Posts heavily edited pictures of you on Twitter and calls you beautiful in the caption even though the picture is distorted, he posts pretty pictures of you all the time but likes to switch it up and will post a picture of you sleeping with drool down the side of the face or with food on your face because he thinks it's cute when you whine about it. He especially likes to post pictures of you during wash day, he thinks that it’s cute, he likes to shape your hair into horns or do the early 2000’s mustache thing and post pictures of it

-Once someone said that your hair was too ‘wild’ and he had Shawols attack them and the person apologized and then deleted their account, once he made the two of you his profile picture when a certain colorist idol made a comment about your relationship, he posted a bunch of pictures of the two of you together and made it clear to everyone that he didn’t care about their opinions on his relationship with you and Shawols were quick to call out that person and after an overwhelming amount of well deserved backlash he apologized, but Jonghyun kept his profile picture as you and him because not only does he love the picture, but he always wants it to be clear that it doesn’t matter what anyone says, he’d love you if you were blue

-Sends you one million texts in three seconds and when you don’t respond in 0.1 he’ll have a whole fit and swear that you’re trying to break up with him and will have an attitude when he gets home because you took five minutes to respond every time he texted you even though it took you five minutes to read all the texts he sent. He hates it when you take too long to respond but tries not to get too upset, you only make it worse by spoiling him with attention and picking up your phone for him no matter what, so you fully expect him to complain when you take a little longer than usually to respond

-His texts consist of ‘I miss you’, memes or pictures of SHINee, pictures of him extremely close to the camera, pictures of him shirtless, videos of him chasing Minho around because he called him short, steamy texts that would make his PR team faint, thirty voice messages all sent within a minute of each other, and lengthy heartfelt texts about how he loves you so much and how you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world and how he he’d get your face tattooed on his brain if he could

-Is a victim to sundress season, something about you in a sundress with your hair done and a smile on your face sends this man off the rails and he swears that he’s not a perv but will intentionally go out and buy you a sundress that’s too short and too low for you to wear out in public, but perfect for you to wear in front of him

KIBUM

-Steals your bonnet part.2 but only because he thinks they look good on him, he wore it once because you put it on him and after that, he'll wear it himself whenever you aren't and if it falls off when you're sleeping because he wakes up before you, he'll slip it back on for you and then take a picture of you so he can send it to you later and tell you about how he's such a sweet boyfriend for keeping your hair safe

-Once he took it instead and went to dance practice with it on and left it there by accident so he ended up buying a new one on the way home, when you asked about the one he took he pretended like he didn’t know what you were talking about

-Sooooo much gossiping, you’ll see something online and show it to him and be like “baby! Look at this!” And he’ll get just as messy as you, “Oh no honey! This is all wrong!” (I can’t stop thinking about the fact that he’s definitely the type to get messy with you and then make out with you because he thinks your attitude is hot like)

-Even if he comes home late he’ll stay up longer to do your skincare routine with you and will even help you with your hair, if you need to put it in a protective style before bed or wrap it up, retwist it, comb it, brush it, curl it, wash it, or cut it off, he’ll help you with it because he loves how beautiful your hair is and will always help you maintain it

-The type of boyfriend to sit with a face mask on with you, help you with your nails, and listen to you talk about your day and get all engaged in it as if he was there, the “Oh! And then what?!” Type, and even though he’s listening he’ll start giving you those “I want you right now” eyes just because something about your voice and the way you look turns him on, then sets you back five steps by ruining your hair because he found you just talking attractive and decided that it would be an amazing idea to fuck before bed (it was)

MINHO

-The type to slip your bonnet back on if he wakes up in the middle of the night and sees it off because he knows that you don’t want your hair to be ruined, it makes him feel so proud of himself for having such a beautiful girlfriend, he loves how you look when you're sleeping with your bonnet on, cuddled up to the pillows and sleeping on the bed he bought, he'll go out of his way to buy you bonnets (you already have too many) just because he likes to see you in them

-Super supportive type, If you want to try a new style he’s the first to tell you that it’ll look amazing, you want to post a picture of yourself that you think others may not like he’ll be the one to encourage you to do what you want

-If you wear a lipliner prepare for it to only last for about five minutes because he’d kiss it all off and be like “It looked pretty! What was I supposed to do? Aren’t your lips for me to kiss?!”

-Posts vague pictures of you because he wants to show you off but understands if you aren’t ready to go completely public yet, so he’ll post pictures of you with a bouquet he bought, pictures of you in front of the sun setting, pictures of your hands while you’re out at dinner, pictures of your hands with a pretty ring he bought, and as many more that he can without overwhelming you, but when you finally do get comfortable enough to show your beautiful face, he’s immediately like “Oh! We have to do this challenge! We should do that one dance!”

-Would also wait for you while you get your nails done, he’ll help you pick out a color or shape and if you get a color he likes then he’ll go crazy about it and post pictures of your hands on his story

-Likes to spoil you and get your hair and nails done as often as you want, something about pleasing a woman as beautiful as you turns him on and even though you’d probably just get your hair done he’ll ruin it in half the time it took to finish it, if you get braids he’ll try his hardest not to pull or do too much grabbing since he knows that it hurts, but anything else and he’s pulling like he lost his mind

TAEMIN

-Bought a matching bonnet because he thinks it looks cute on you so now you, Kkoong, Daeng, and Taemin wear one to bed and even just to lounge around the house, he loves how domestic and cozy his apartment looks with his cat babies and his girlfriend matching with pajamas on and a bonnet

-Lipliner/lipstick or gloss ruiner part two only it’s ruined because you kept kissing his face, he doesn’t mind how sticky the gloss can be or the marks on his cheeks and lips, he actually thinks that it’s cute and will leave the house like that when he can

-Unfortunately, he won’t sit with you while you get your nails done, he’s too much of an introvert for that, but he will FaceTime you and hold the phone even if you aren’t talking about anything, even the silence is comfortable for the both of you so he doesn’t mind it at all, especially because he ends up missing you while you’re out

-He started using your lotion because he likes how soft it makes your skin but he uses so much that it’s always gone in a week, so you made him promise to buy more every time he uses the last of it and he always does

-You’ll post a picture of yourself dressed up and even though he never likes or comments on them, he’ll send you a text about it and be like “when I get home be ready” you posted a picture of yourself in a sundress and this man turned into a dog, right after he finished recording he sent you a text saying “keep that on, I need you in that tonight” needless to say, Taemin falls victim to sundress season

[gayashawol]

My attempt at making a jonghyun x black reader birthday sex imagine lol

(cw // sex, probably gay, probably cringe since i haven’t made a proper smut in a while)

edit: surprise, it’s actually not gay it’s gender neutral lol (idk how i did it but i did it)

As you lay on the couch, you hear a car pulling up just outside. You took a peek at your window and saw your husband, Jonghyun, coming out of the car, seeming tired. He came home earlier than usual, he wouldn’t really do such thing, unless it was for a valid reason.

Today was one of those days, it was your birthday. He knew he wasn’t working the next day, so he wanted to spend the night with you. He even drove past McDonald’s on the way home so you didn’t need to cook.

As soon as Jonghyun opened the door, you couldn’t bear not to take the opportunity to run to him like a puppy. He let go of the paper bags from his hand and held onto you dearly. He knew how much you missed him during those hours apart, and so the embrace felt more heavenly — like something that he never felt in a stretched amount of time.

Before he could even place the food out, emotions flooded the room and the both of you started making out on the kitchen counter. It was the perfect temperature, the perfect volume on the tv and the right touch from him may have swept you off your feet.

It had escalated past the kitchen, where you both went to the couch — you could see Jonghyun on top of you, slowly undressing you. His abs in full display as his work uniform on the floor and on the neck of the couch. It wasn’t until your glowing skin touched the air that he would caress you, going down until he reached your thighs. It was when he laid his head in between, creating a sound out of you that only him would ever do to you — and nobody else.

His fingers are just a delight to see and to feel. To have them inside of you would be a whole another experience. All the twisting and turning — the skin slapping from his thumb and knuckles, the closer he was to the core, the more you felt like you would break from within.

“Seems like you’re ready for it.” Jonghyun murmured softly to himself, clear enough so you could hear it. The sound of pants falling down was all you could picture the scene with. You were so out of it that you could feel your body throbbing before it even started.

That very moment though, it did happen right away. You felt something poking on your hole. You knew it was Jonghyun’s cock, but it was unexpected — the good kind. He then went up to you, with his cock beside you by the clothes. You began to lick him from the tip, then slowly made your way down from the neck. It wasn’t long until the hairs started poking your face.

“You’re so good at this, babes…” He praised you, moaning softly underneath his breath. He placed his hand on top of your head so he could give yourself a gentle push as you went through with it. All you could do was suck, pull and squish it. He would still be grateful, since it would always be you doing it for him.

As his harden cock started to become coded with saliva, he was able to attempt to enter your insides, in which it was successful. It almost sunk completely, with it taking all the space from within.

With Jonghyun on top of you, he started by swaying his hips seductively. As he felt the music playing from the TV, he would change the speed depending on the tempo. He would still give you kisses all over you, mainly your back and your ass would be filled with slap marks.

It was the most you ever felt in your entire life that when it ended way too soon, it would crush your soul so badly. Jonghyun would never give up on you, so he allowed himself to go in for a second time — only this time he was much more stronger than he was before.

He took you to the bedroom, where the scene gotten more crazier than it should’ve if they’ve gone earlier. Their clothes went like they were leaving a trail, all over the floor and certainly disordered.

The bed started creaking as soon as it began, giving the neighbours something to complain about later on. He kept giving you neck kisses, you wished you could kiss him back, yet he would be giving you the fuck of your lifetime.

“Nnnnghhh~” The moan occured, obvious that you were enjoying the action. Jonghyun totally was, and so he was making every second count, with him having one hand smacking your ass and the other holding onto you.

He was getting ready to shoot a load inside, when he decided to hold it in a little longer so he could orgasm with you together. He laid you facing him with your legs higher than you could ever lift them, so he could see your very face before the upcoming whiteness of a substance.

That very moment your eyes reached the back of your eye socket, he knew it was close, and he did it right there and then. He disconnected, showing the wet goodness the both of you produced together out of love, and passion for one and other.

Jonghyun couldn’t stop kissing you afterwards, it soon became gorgeous with the both of you under the sheets. He knew that he’ll need to wash them, but he didn’t care at this point. He just wanted to be with his cute partner, which would be you, on your birthday and that was exactly what he did…

…which would be why you guys completely forgotten about the McDonald’s he bought and ran back down hoping that the chips didn’t become stale after all this time.

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[multi-kpop-fanfics]

(quite) big (not so) bad wolves

pairing: bunny hybrid fem!reader x wolf hybrid!Seungcheol x wolf hybrid!Joshua x wolf hybrid!Mingyu (ft. fox hybrid!Yeji and fox hybrid!Wooyoung)

genre: smut, pwop. minors dni.

warnings: mentions of alcohol and medication, foursome, all of them are mean doms (especially shua), breeding (stay safe), face fucking, double penetration, knotting, knotfucking, manhandling, degradation, reader is a brat through and through, voyeurism, choking

word count: ~3.4k

summary: everyone is scared of the big bad wolf in fairytales - not you though. you love them a little too much for your own good.

Author’s note: writing break time is over hoes, back to business for good :D

nsfw taglist: @rosecult @bibinnieposts @ovai @littlemisssarcastic21 @tinkerbell460 @jonghyuns-husband @romromthedeer @y00nzin0 @llsiriusminorisll @booyouwhore17 @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu

special taglist (aka suffering): @smileysuh @lovelyhan @duhnova @himbocoups @junkissed @idyllic-ghost @flowerwonu @playmetheclassics​ @sluttyminghao​

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.

“It fucking stinks in here,” Yeji complains with a whine, “I know their hormones are through the roof but fuck, take a damn bath!”

“You’re saying this because you took two showers and poured an entire perfume bottle on you before we left,” you giggle, sipping on your cocktail.

“At least I can enjoy my cocktail without having to worry about heat meds.” 

“Yeah…Sure….,” you gulp down, feigning innocence. 

“Oh, you fucking slut.” Yeji pokes her cheek with her tongue, “You never took heat suppressants, did you?”

“Okay no I didn’t, so what?” You admit with a sassy glare.

“Well I hope I won’t end up all alone because your pussy decided to ditch me for some hybrid dick.” She clicks her glass with yours.

“I think the two-tone haired fox over there has a different opinion than yours,” you nod towards the approaching male.

“Good evening, ladies,” he smoothly enters the conversation while swirling his whiskey, “I take it there was an interesting topic under discussion?”

“Yeah, you,” Yeji blurts out without thinking, “Uh, I mean, shit-”

“It’s okay,” he laughs, swishing his silver marble colored tail, “I’m Wooyoung, by the way.”

“I’m Yeji and that’s my friend, Y/N-”

“Who is about to be left all alone,” you joke and your friend swats her tail at your leg with a dull thud.

“You saw right through me - but I guess it’s expected from someone like you,” Wooyoung comments.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Yeji raises her eyebrow in question.

“Despite looking cute and rather vulnerable, bunnies are highly intelligent.”

“Oh that’s what you mean - Although Y/N is pretty smart, bunny hybrid or not,” the female fox grins and she earns an affectionate glance from you.

“I appreciate the compliments, but I think the both of you have much better things to do,” you give them a knowing smile.

“Have fun, Y/N!” Yeji excitedly kisses your cheek before taking off with her newfound company.

“And stay away from the predators, bunny. If you know what I mean.” Wooyoung sends you a sly wink, making you roll your eyes dramatically.

“Aaaaand I’m all alone. Wonderful,” you sigh audibly, looking at your cocktail, “Welp, cheers to me, I guess.”

You take a look around the bar, your eyes scan the other patrons - some are alone like you, some are drinking with their friends and others are flirting with their dates.

"One Hennessy on rocks."

Your ears perk up at the smooth voice on your left and your nose is filled with a very attractive scent. You slowly turn your head towards the source of your current torture and you swear you feel yourself swooning over the handsome stranger.

Silky black hair, slicked back with a few strands falling down on his forehead. Smooth, doll-like skin and rosy lips tenderly touching the rim of the glass.

God, you really want to suck his dick.

"Take a picture, it will last longer." He breaks the silence without looking at you and your cheeks start heating up.

"Oh shit- I-"

"It's okay, I was just messing with you" he chuckles, "Mind if I sit here?"

"I mean, nobody's sitting here," you point to the empty seat next to you and he slides into it with one smooth move.

"Hi."

"Hey there."

"What's your name?"

"I'm Y/N. And you?"

"I'm Joshua. You have a pretty name." He takes a sip from his glass.

"Thank you. And you have a pretty face." You reply and mirror his movements.

"So…what brings you here, Y/N?"

"Just wanted to have a good time with my friend. What about you, Joshua?"

"Just wanted to have a good time without my friends," he laughs, "Where is your friend though?"

"Oh, she kinda ditched me for a fox guy - He was pretty though, not gonna lie."

"Ugh, foxes - Was never fond of them." He grimaces.

"Hey, that's my friend you're talking about!"

"Your friend is a fox hybrid?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with being friends with a fox?"

"Are you kidding me? You're a bunny hybrid!" Joshua laughs, "But then again, you're talking to me right now."

"You're so funny." You snort into your drink.

"Funny?"

"Just because you're a wolf hybrid doesn't mean you're the big bad wolf, you know."

Joshua lets out a deep chuckle and scoots close enough for his leg to touch yours. 

"Just because I'm being a gentleman right now doesn't mean I can't be the big bad wolf later." 

“Ooh, how scary.” You joke, drinking the rest of your alcohol.

“You’re teetering on a very dangerous edge, love.” Joshua’s tone drops a few octaves, accompanied by a barely there growl.

At this point, you’re certain you can feel your insides starting to get warm and squelchy. 

“You mentioned that you have friends, right?”

“Yeah. And what about it?”

“Are they wolves too?”

“Yeah, we live together. Are you interested in meeting them?” Joshua raises an eyebrow.

“Mm-hm. I bet they are very fun to hang out with.”

“Darling, are you seriously inviting yourself into a den full of alphas?”

“Maybe I am.” you grin and lean closer to him, crossing your legs.

"Bet I can take you and your friends' knots effortlessly."

Joshua lets out an evident growl and takes out his wallet, throwing a few bills on the counter.

"If your goal was to get laid tonight, congratulations, you're getting exactly that." He wraps his arm around your waist and brings you flush to his chest with a dull thud.

A giggle escapes your lips when you walk out of the club, a thin string of wetness hanging from your hole to your left thigh. 

"Is your house far from here?"

"Just a five minute walk from here," Joshua holds you close, "Scared you'll soak the pavement before we get there, baby bunny?"

You gasp when you hear his words, but you can't bring yourself to form a good rebuttal.

"Thought so. Now hop hop, little bunny."

"Fuck, it smells so nice in here." you half moan when Joshua presses you on the door and runs his canines over your neck.

"Is it you or your heat talking, darling?"

"Both."

"You're so cute, Y/N." Joshua smiles and his eyes crinkle into crescent moons, making your heart swell.

Suddenly, you hear two unfamiliar voices yelling from afar, probably bickering in a different bedroom. Your ears perk up and your nose goes wild, although Joshua doesn’t share the sentiment, judging from the sigh he lets out.

“Those idiots.”

“Your friends, I presume?”

“Yeah. And they don’t seem to be in a good-”

“Joshua fucking Hong!”

A very pissed off man slams the bedroom door shut and stomps his way towards you, nostrils visibly flaring.

“Seungcheol, I can explain-”

“Explain what? That you decided to bring over a girl who’s also a bunny hybrid? All while I’m fighting to keep Mingyu in check?”

“Um, excuse me, I’m right here and I can hear you, mister pissed off.” You wave your hands in front of the agitated man.

“I am fully aware of that,” he shifts his attention to you, “And my name is Choi Seungcheol, but I’m also very pissed off - Not your fault, though.”

“Can you at least tell us what’s going on?” Joshua butts into the conversation.

“Mingyu went into his rut earlier than he was supposed to.”

“Oh.” Joshua stands baffled.

“Is that all you have to say?! I’ve been trying my damn best to calm him and his goddamn dick down and the best thing you can say is ‘Oh’?” Seungcheol angrily huffs.

“Hey, you have absolutely no reason to shit on me because Mingyu is horny - Like, what am I even supposed to do, suck his dick?!” Joshua retorts.

You watch the two men bicker for a couple of seconds until you hear a door being slammed shut and your eyes go wide when you see the definition of tall, dark and handsome walking towards you, half naked and sweat dripping down his beefy chest.

“What the fuck are you two arguing about?” The man in question - this must be Mingyu, you think - lets out a groan, “Can’t a man suffer in rut in peace?”

“Now that’s an oxymoron,” Seungcheol rolls his eyes, “I’m sorry you had to witness this,” he turns his attention to you, “Can we make it up to you somehow?”

“I can definitely think of a way that will solve enough of our problems in the vicinity,” you bite your bottom lip, “Not to mention that Joshie and I have a bet going on.”

“That reminds me…” Joshua comes behind you and you yelp when he effortlessly picks you up and settles you down on the couch, immediately pulling you in his lap, “Baby bunny was quite bold back when we were talking in the bar.” He smooths his palms over your thighs and spreads them apart, exposing your naked cunt to the other two men.

“She even said she can effortlessly take all of our knots.”

Mingyu lets out an obscene growl as his cock twitches in his sweats and he does not hesitate to drop on his knees in front of you, his nose mere centimeters away from your pussy.

"What's your name, bunny?"

"Y-Y/N," you gulp down, more wetness dripping from your hole.

"Pretty name," Mingyu rasps, "Now I know what to moan when I'll fuck this bunnycunt with my knot," he licks a fat stripe from your entrance all the way to your clit with his tongue, savouring your juices like a famished animal (he's actually one).

"Be patient, Gyu," Joshua clicks his tongue as he fumbles with the belt of his jeans, taking out his flushed cock and rubbing the tip all over your pussy.

"Oh my God, stop teasing and just stick it in!" You whine pathetically.

"You're not fucking her pussy first, Shua," Mingyu flashes his sharp canines with a menacing snarl as he shoves his sweats down to his knees, cock slapping against his toned stomach.

"Fuck, your cock is fucking huge, Gyu," you nearly drool at the sight, "I really need you fuck me stupid."

"These two are so goddamn impatient," Seungcheol's voice is heard right across the couch and you notice him sitting down on a chair, thighs wide spread, hands relaxed on the armrests, "Wishing you luck, Shua."

"Hey, pretty bunny," Joshua caresses your jaw with his hand and turns your face towards him, "Have you ever tried anal before?" What a fucking stupid question.

You nod feverishly, your sanity slipping away when you feel Mingyu's bulbous tip stretching your hole as he pushes his cock in, your head rolling back on Joshua's shoulder from the overwhelming feeling of fullness.

"Of course you have - It stimulates your pretty lil' fluffy tail, doesn't it?" 

"Mm-hm," you clench around Mingyu's cock, "N-Now are you gonna fuck my ass or what?!"

"Babe, you need to be p-"

"Just put it in!" 

"Both of you shut the fuck up." Mingyu growls and picks up your thighs, pushing them flat against your chest. He starts hammering your pussy, setting a rough pace from the very beginning and you can only cling onto his thick forearms, tears stinging your eyes.

"This - this is what I needed, fuck," the man above you huffs and moans with each thrust he delivers, "Your pussy is fucking magic, Y/N."

In between your horny haze, a loud gasp escapes your lips as you feel you other hole being stretched out and you realize it's Joshua finally acting up and fucking you like you wanted to.

"She's so…tight, nngh," the older man groans when he thrusts his cock in your ass, wrapping his arms around your midriff for leverage, "Bunnies are really something else."

Your brain can barely register what the two wolves say, all you can focus on is the delicious stretch of their cocks and how full you feel.

"She's delirious," Seungcheol half-moans, his hands now busy with his own cock, eyes fixated on your body taking whatever his wolf friends are giving you - patiently waiting for his turn to ruin you.

“Fuck, I’m almost ready to knot her,” Mingyu hisses through his teeth, your whimpers growing louder each time his swollen knot prods at your hole, threatening to push into you any second now.

“Please knot me, Gyu, pretty please!” You whine and dig your nails in his tanned forearms.

“You want him to knot you, darling?” Joshua snickers in your ear as he fucks your other hole from beneath, “Are you sure you can take his big, bad wolf knot in your tiny little bunnycunt?”

“She can and she will,” Seungcheol growls from the other end of the living room, his hand fisting his already swelling knot, “There are three wolves in this house and my patience is running thin.”

You opt to open your mouth and talk back, but it all dies down in a silent moan when Mingyu finally pushes his entire knot in your heat, an evident bulge forming in your tummy - all thanks to his size. The man licks his lips with an obscene sound when he takes out his entire cock, only to slam it back into you with full force.

“M-Min-gyu, s-shit! I’m gonna cum!” You scream and arch your back off Joshua’s torso, but his arms keep you locked flush to him, tears streaming down your cheeks from feeling full to the brim. 

“Aw, is the pretty little bunny crying already?” The older man gives you a pout of fake sympathy as he pushes his own knot in your ass without a warning and cums in you with a loud snarl, “And here I thought - fuck - that you could actually take our knots without a hitch,” he licks the tears off your left cheek, “You dumb little bunny whore.”

“I c-can t-take anything you g-guys will give me, I p-promise!” You sob between moans as Mingyu keeps hammering his knot in your swollen pussy, his nails digging into your soft skin.

“Oh really, bunny? Then how about this?” The man above you effortlessly lifts you up by gripping your waist, ripping you away from Joshua in an instant. He holds you in the air as if you’re a doll made of cotton and he fucks you as fast as he can, using you like a fleshlight. 

“You have the best pussy I’ve ever fucked, Y/N,” he rasps, knot starting to twitch in your cunt, “And I’m gonna treat it with a nice, fat load in it.”

“Pleasepleaseplease give me you cum, Gyu, fuck my bunnycunt full of your pups!” You wrap your legs around Mingyu’s waist, clinging onto him as if your life depends on it. 

The wolf hybrid buries his face in the crook of your neck as he cums, knot finally plugging you up to make sure every single drop stays in your cunt. You squirm in Mingyu’s arms from sensitivity, fresh tears of bliss staining your cheeks as you cum around his knot and squeeze him even tighter.

“Desperate lil’ cockslut, aren’t you?” He peers down on you through his thick black curls, “Cheol hasn’t even fucked you yet, doll.”

“I-I can take h-him too,” you croak out, “J-Just stuff me full already, please!”

Seungcheol gets up from his seat and discards his t-shirt, coming right behind you. His calloused hands caress the swell of your ass and they climb higher and higher, until they reach your chest. He slides your dress down to your waist, letting your tits bounce freely.

“Can’t believe you idiots didn’t take her dress off,” he clicks his tongue in annoyance while fondling with your tits, “Such a pretty little thing for us to enjoy all night long.”

“C-Cheol-”

“You’ve been running that mouth of yours all night long, haven’t you?” He grips your jaw.

“You have no fucking idea, Cheol.” Joshua sighs from the couch, jerking himself off at the sight of you being held in the air like a rag doll.

“Gyu, hold her waist. Tight.” Seungcheol orders the younger wolf and the latters lets out a snarl, but obeys either way. With one swift move, Seungcheol brings you backwards on eye-level with his cock, gripping your arms with his big hands.

“Have you ever sucked off a wolf hybrid before, bunny?”

“H-How hard can it be-”

“It ain’t your regular dick, sweetheart,” the older man rubs his swollen shaft over your cheeks, “That’s a wolf’s knot you’re about to take down your throat.”

“J-Just fuck my throat then, Cheollie!” You moan and pout your lips, eagerly kissing and licking his shaft to tease him.

“You’re one hungry little bunny.” Seungcheol chuckles and pushes his shaft into your mouth, a small gagging noise echoing in the living room as you try to fit his cock in your throat.

“Shit, she’s taking it like a champ,” Mingyu moans at the sight of your throat bulging around Seungcheol’s cock, “I could cum again from this.”

“God, I always forget how annoying you are when you’re in your rut,” the oldest scoffs and starts thrusting into your mouth with brute force, saliva starting to drip from the corners of your lips. Your eyes roll in the back of your skull, pussy clenching around Mingyu’s knot for the umpteenth time.

“Holy fuck, Y/N,” Joshua moans from afar, hand speeding up on his cock, “You better wreck the shit out of her, both of you, fuck!”

“Hear that, darling bunny? Joshie wants us to fuck the shit out of you,” Seungcheol laughs and flashes his sharp canines, “Good thing I was planning to do exactly that.”

He puts one hand on your throat, the other gripping your arm and he rams his cock down your throat, your tits bouncing from the force of his thrusts. You can only moan and whine around his veiny shaft, still stuck on Mingyu’s fat knot.

“I’ve wanted to stuff your pretty little mouth ever since you stepped into our apartment,” Seungcheol growls, “Mess up your glossy, puffy lips and make you cry from my cock - But you’re a greedy little slut who wanted to fuck my friends first.”

You wish you could talk back to him and rile him up even more, but he’s right in everything he says and you have zero regrets.

“Shit, I’m about to knot,” Seungcheol moans, “I’m gonna knot your bratty little mouth, bunny, hope you have big lungs.”

Your eyes go wide when he pushes your knot in your mouth, locking himself in place to cum straight down your throat, trying your best to swallow all of his cum. As if on cue, Mingyu’s knot finally softens and slips out of you, your pussy overflowing with his thick load.

You dig your nails into Seungcheol’s thighs, your oxygen running low, but he gets the hint and carefully removes his knot out of your mouth, allowing you to breathe.

“Fuck -cough- shit! Why the fuck are you so -cough- big?!” You try to regain your composure, body still shaking from your orgasms.

“Told you, sweetheart,” Joshua stands up from the couch, sweaty and sticky from his own orgasm, cum staining his abs, “Wolves are just built differently.” He swiftly gets between the two other men and carries you bridal style, rolling his eyes when he notices Mingyu plopping on the couch tiredly.

“That…was the best dicking I’ve ever experienced,” you mumble in your post-sex haze, “Even if I feel sore everywhere.”

“I don’t think it would have been the best dicking if you weren’t a tiny bit sore, bunny.” Joshua laughs and his eyes morph into the same crescent moons you first noticed back in the bar.

“Um, Josh? Where are you taking me?”

“To the bathroom, silly! You need a serious shower right now.”

“As if you don’t need one.” You snort.

“Cheol is right, you have a really bratty mouth.”

yeji🦊: y/n where tf are u??

yeji🦊 : girl i’ve been calling you for ages

yeji🦊 : Y/N L/N ANSWER UR GODDAMN PHONE

y/n🐇: hey bae 

y/n🐇 : sry for going mia but i’m okay!!

yeji🦊 : okay as in??

y/n🐇 : getting the best dicks in my life 

yeji🦊 : hold tf up- DICKS??

yeji🦊 : HOW MANY GUYS DID YOU FUCK YOU BITCH-

[doomdoomp3]

Step by Step (Jonghyun x Reader) - Chapter 7

Story Type: College AU; 2nd person Characters: Jonghyun x Reader Genre: fluff, romance Summary: You’re in Law School and live in a big house with some of your classmates. The boys live downstairs and the girls on the second floor. You’re not too close with some of them, especially with the guys. But then, Easter is here and you can’t go home to visit your parents, neither Jonghyun can go. That’s when you two start to get closer.

Thursday, 10:30am. You only have one class in the afternoon so you were sleeping a little bit more than the usual but suddenly your phone started to ring non stop. You didn't see who was calling, just answered with a completely sleepy voice, looking like a zombie, trying to finish that soon as possible and come back to your dreams.

"Hm? Yes?"  

"Wake up, sunshine."

"Who's it?"  

"It's me!"  

"Me who?" - You rubbed your eyes and looked to the phone screen, trying to come back to life and see the name there. - "Jonghyun... why are you calling me? Let me sleep."  

"You're accepting calls without seeing who is it calling? Oh, that hurt my feelings."

"I was sleeping ok? And you wouldn't stop calling me, so... what do you want?"  

"I want you to open the chat and see your messages. Quickly." - And just like that he hung up the phone.  

"God…" - You sighed. - "What an educated man we have here."  

He sent so many messages, you were shocked with that, maybe something have happened and you didn't know, so you sat on the bed to process the situation.  

Jonghy said: Morning, sunshine   Jonghy said: Wake up, let's go out for lunch ^^   Jonghy said: Wake up :(((   Jonghy said: I'm hungry  

You started to laugh reading his messages. It was 10am boy, calm down. Go eat something, it's not time for lunch yet.

Jonghy said: if you don't wanna go with me ok, fineee  

What a desperate man. It must me his stomach talking (or not).  

Jonghy said: come on :( I know a nice and new place we could check :(   Jonghy said: Y/N wake uuup!!   Jonghy said: I'm gonna call you   *1 missed call from Jonghy*  

You were typing to answer him and another message arrived.

Jonghy said: I know you've read it so come quickly, baby I'm waiting for you in the car

And then a picture pops up. It was him wearing all black, with his favorite red cap, inside the car waiting for you. Not even smiling, just with a soft look, calling for you. Your heart skipped a beat seeing that, he's confusing your head and heart. The anger you were feeling when he woke you up has faded away, just like magic. You had to tap your phone screen twice before it locked because you didn't even know what to answer or how to act after that.  

"First of all, you're so desperate, dude chill!! lol second of it, where are we going? I hope it’s a 5 star place. I'm going to get ready now, it might take a few minutes so don't lose your patience and wait for me. Btw where are you? Aron's car, right? I'll let you know when I'm ready ;)" - You typed back.  

You went to the bathroom and bumped into your friend Rosie in the corridor. She got surprised to see you awake at that time in the morning.

"What happened, Y/N? Is there a monster in your bed? Why are you up already?" - She asked.

"No..." - You laughed after a long sigh. - "Jonghyun just called me. He needs me to do something." - She would mock you if you have said the truth.

"Oh. That's why he was so dressed up. It says a lot." - You entered the bathroom, giving her a suspicious face, thinking about what she meant by that but you decided to let it go.

Soon you went back to your room, you saw a notification coming up in your phone again and yes, it was the most anxious boy in town.

Jonghy said: 5 star?? what do you think I am?? I'm not an heir. But once I get more money I'll take you to one, don't worry :)   Jonghy said: you're taking too long... I'm getting bored   Jonghy said: and tired  

For a few seconds, you really thought about not going just because he was rushing you as if he was dying there. But he was being such a sweetheart to you with no reason and it was better to go see what was his deal.

"I'm goinggg!! Stoppp!!! I'm trying to get ready, don't rush me!! Just a little bit more and I'll be there. Don't die, for god's sake!" - You've sent that to him and JR just replied with a bunch of the pleading face emoji that you could visualize him doing that.

20 minutes have passed and you were leaving the house in a rush, all clumsy with your purse and keys, trying not to drop your phone while texting Jonghyun saying that you were ready to go. You stepped outside and almost got a heart attack. He was right by the door, leaning against the wall, looking at you with such an appealing look.

"Jesus Christ, Kim Jonghyun!" - You put your hands on your chest, scared, shaking a little bit.

"I'm sorry." - He bent down to pick up your keys, feeling regretful for his actions but also laughing at your reaction. - "I didn't mean to scary you."  

"But you did! I thought you were in the car, I wasn't expecting you here." - With a saddening tone of voice, you explained yourself, making him feel bad for you.

"Sorry again!" - He made an adorable face. JR wanted to give you a hug but didn't know how to so he just patted your back as if you were just a kid.

"Yeah, ok. But hey, let's go. You were in such a hurry to go eat, what are we waiting for?"

"Yep!" - Both of you were heading to the car. - "You look stunning, by the way!" - He stepped back for a second, feeling flustered for what he has said.

You were wearing a white shirt with a denim jacket and light beige dress pants, you hadn't given much thought to the look itself, just went with your basic stuff. A compliment wasn't something you would expect to receive.  

"Thank you!" - You smiled back to him as he hurried to try to be a gentleman and open the door for you. - "So do you!" - You didn't just say that out of politeness.

He smiled back to you, finally getting into the car, driving you both to the restaurant.

[youaremy-dreamgirl]

Hey! I'm Sam, she/her, 30+ years old.

I write for SHINee and EXO (x female reader unless stated otherwise), but I'm terribly biased so expect more content from certain members. Some fics will be smut and will be tagged as such.

Any feedback will be greatly appreciated! I don't usually put a lot of information in the fic summary because I don't want to spoil anything, but if there is any warning that should be added let me know.

You can take a look at my masterlist below, but if you need more, I have a side blog for my favorite fics 👀 @dreamgirl-recs

Have fun!

Masterlist

Minseok

XO | fluff, angst | 885 words ↳ A first and a last with Minseok

Neighbor | fluff | 693 words ↳ Visiting your sick friend on a winter night turned out to be gold

Unnamed drabble | smut | 130 words ↳ Prompt: "I've been thinking about you all day"

Junmyeon

Sweet talk | fluff | 807 words ↳ you see him at a party and you need to talk to him

Yixing

Shush | smut | 1.1k words ↳ Interrupted in the middle of a makeout session? Not anymore

9:32 pm | smut | 399 words ↳ yixing + little black dress = 😚👌

Baekhyun

Baby, don't cry | angst, smut | 396 words ↳ you are addicted to him

Chanyeol

Cute | fluff | 231 words ↳ He gets home to you and he's super tired

And they were roommates! | smut | 3.6k words ↳ After an unfortunate run-in, you end up confessing your love to Chanyeol

Kyungsoo

Not enough | fluff, angst | 892 words ↳ Kyungsoo was the best and the worst thing that happened to you.

Blind | fluff | 839 words ↳ He was right there the whole time

Unnamed drabble | smut | 185 words ↳ based on this prompt

Jongin

Stranger | fluff | 1k words ↳ Taemin sets you up with his gorgeous friend

Unnamed drabble | smut/suggestive | 407 words ↳ Prompt: "Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?"

Jinki

Eyes on you | smut | 1.1k words ↳ Jinki gets a little kinky

Negroni | fluff | 377 words ↳ Jinki tries a new drink you prepare for him

Dice | fluff | 1.2k words ↳ how much longer are you gonna stare at him and not tell him you are dying to kiss him?

Threesome drabble w/ Minho | smut | 480 words

Jonghyun*

Beautiful tonight | fluff | 963 words ↳ you don't really need anyone to take care of you when you are sick but Jonghyun thinks otherwise

Minho

Thirsty | smut | 537 words ↳ He's a beast, that's all I can say

Up | smut | 600 words ↳ When he wants to try something new, how do you say no to him?

Date night | smut | 827 words ↳ Dates with Minho are always good, but tonight you are in for a surprise.

Unnamed drabble | smut | 197 words ↳ Prompts: "You don't have to be gentle, I won't break" & "I'm going to ruin you"

Threesome drabble w/Jinki | smut | 480 words

Juice | suggestive | 377 words ↳ Minho thinks you like him

Taemin

Clockwork | smut | 635 words ↳ Waking up with Taemin *chef's kiss*

Series

Punch Drunk Love Series masterlist

Chapter I - Close the door | Minho x reader | suggestive, fluff | 1.3k words ↳ Minho finally comes out of his shell and you are oh so ready

Chapter II - All day, all night | Minho x reader | smut | 1.9k words ↳ After those sneaky kisses at last week's party, you finally go out on a proper date with Minho and things get hot

Chapter III - Heartbreak | Jinki x reader | angst | 1.7k words ↳ Jinki has some thoughts (and feelings!) about you and Minho being together

Chapter IV - Hate that... | Minho x reader | smut, angst | 835 words ↳ you need to clear your head after your chat with Jinki , and Minho can give you just that

Chapter V - Truth | Jinki x reader | smut, angst | 2.1k words ↳ you've made your choice and everything is ok!... right?

*this is probably the only fic I'll ever write for Jonghyun. I love him and miss him deeply, and even if the experience of writing him wasn't as painful as I thought it would, I'm not sure I'll be able to go through this process again. I hope you understand.

[taem-min-archived]

The SMCU Collab

Landing in the matrix, tryna break it

Welcome to the 7th collab hosted by the wonderful me, @taemin-jaemin. The theme of this collab is SMCU, i.e., the SM Cinematic Universe.

.Rules

- The theme of this collab is SMCU. That is, you are required to pick a member from SM Entertainment, pick a MV, and base your story on the storyline of the MV. You an also use some of the bigger theories around which the SMCU is based on.

- There is no limit to the number of idols who can be in this collab, as long as they are an idol of SM. 

- A writer can write maximum for 3 members. Each member can have a maximum of 2 writers. No song can be repeated though. There are millions of song by SM so no repetitions please.

- For EXO you can choose any of the 12 members.

- Please stick to the story line of the MV you choose. Theories can be added to the story.

- If you are including the characters from other bands, make sure they fit the theory.

- Please select a song of the member you are writing for.

- Discord isn’t mandatory but I would highly recommend it. I will be uploading all the theory and storyline related content in Disocrd.

- A lot of writers might not know the extreme details of all the SMCU theories, except for some famous ones like the Red Force or KWANGYA. So if you want more information, please don’t hestitate to ask me. I’ll help you as much as I can. I’ll try to upload as muh information as I can in Discord.

- Only 18+ writers can write smut. If you are 16+, you can write suggestive content.

- No smut for Chen, Jonghyun, Sungchan, Chenle, Jisung or any of the Aespa members.

- If you want to write stories based on the SMCU theories, it is highly recommended that you take members from Aespa, Red Velvet, NCT, EXO or Taemin.

- Choosing a song is mandatory even if you are basing it off some theories.

- All fics must be member x reader or member x oc. For the ease of writing, the reader doesn’t need to be gender neutral. Just mention it in the pairing. The reader has to be inclusive though.

- Works that include the following themes are not allowed between the main pairing: abuse, rape, dub-con, non-con, pedophilia, incest, explicit gore, romanticisation of mental issues, and triggering topics.

- No plagiarism!

- Any genre is allowed.

- The minimum word count is 1k. There is no maximum.

- The entry deadline is June 2022 and the dropout deadline is July 2022.

- The deadline is December 2022 but you are welcome to upload the fic any time before.

- Any change in url, please dm me.

- If you would like to join the collab, please dm me along with the name of the member you want to write for and the mv.

- Please reblog this post once you’ve been selected.

.Slots

Taemin - @taemin-jaemin​ (me) | Press your number || @myeoning-call | Tell Me What To Do

Chen - @taemin-jaemin​ (me) | Obsession

Ten - @taemin-jaemin​ (me) | Super One || @sakuracheol | Paint Me Naked

Karina - @dreamyyang​ | Black Mamba

Sehun - @jimineos | Love Shot

Jaehyun - @tyongvc | Wakey-Wakey

Baekhyun - @sakuracheol | Jopping || @kpoptrashlord-007 | Monster

U-know - @writeformesinpie | Thank U

Irene - @kpoptrashlord-007​ | Peek-A-Boo

Yangyang - @tinysushimark​ | Turn Back Time

Hendery - @cloudyhaos​​ | Love Talk

Mark - @tinysushimark​ | Touch

Johnny - @aquamoonchaii​ | Gimme Gimme

Suho - @exosbloodline​ | Lucky One || @myeoning-call​ | Electric Kiss

Xiumin - @exosbloodline​ | Kokobop

Kai - @exosbloodline​ | Love Me Right || @lucas-wongs​ | Mmmh 

Minho - @lucas-wongs | Sherlock

Onew - @shinee-ingdubu​ | Lucifer

Kun - @myeoning-call​ | Take Off

Siwon - @myeoning-call​ | Black Suit

Yeri - @rebelcracker-sge​ | Queendom

If this doesn’t flop I’ll definitely make one for SHINee and EXO too!!

[koreanmadeingreece]

Why, why, why

University student!Yuta x reader

Genre: slight enemies to lovers au, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and several mixups

Summary: You just got into uni and decided to move in with your childhood friend!Taeyong at the city where you are going to study. As you’re about to start your new, adult life, you meet his friends, and you realize that not everyone likes you. Nakamoto Yuta in particular almost seems like he hates you. 

A/N: In this fic, Jonghyun from NU’EST appears for a while (just to avoid confusion). Also, wow I never thought I’d post this. I hope you guys like it. 

Warnings: n/a

Part 1/? Next 

Starting a new life in a new city was not something easy, yet you were enthusiastic about it. You got to study the subject you wanted at your top-choice University, Film studies and screenwriting, and what made it even better was that Taeyong, your childhood friend ever since you remembered yourself, was at the very same city, studying Performance arts, with a focus on dance.

When he first found out that you were accepted, he immediately asked you to move in with him. You matched in a lot of things, so you wouldn’t have issues living together and you would most definitely feel completely at ease with each other’s presence. It was just perfect. So, when he told you he had found a bigger house with two bedrooms that would fit the both of you, you were extremely happy, especially since your parents said they would help with the rent. You were ready to pack our bags and send them to the new house, while Taeyong did the same with a little help from his friends. He had told you that, as soon as your plane arrived, he was going to pick you up and introduce you to them, as they’d help you clean the house as well.

The night before your flight, you sat with your parents in the living room since you wouldn’t see them for the next few months.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to come with you? We can book a ticket right now,” your mother told you as she held you in her arms.

“Mom, we’ve already sent my bags to the house, so you won’t need to help with anything. Plus, Taeyong will be there, and he said that his friends are going to help us clean the house. I’ll send you pictures when we’re done, and you can visit whenever you want.  Not too often though,” you said, making your mother laugh and kiss your cheek. Your father wasn’t talking much, but you knew he felt the same way. As time went by, you had to go to sleep, knowing that your flight was early in the morning, but realized that this wasn’t an option. You were clearly a bit stressed, considering that you were about to start a completely new life, and you were also excited, as it was going to be exactly like you wanted it to be. So, you texted Taeyong.

You: Can’t sleep.

TY: We have a lot of cleaning to do, so you should. I’m staying at Yuta’s tonight, since our house is a mess, and we’re picking you up tomorrow at 10. We’ll get some coffee and start immediately.

You:  We?

TY: Yuta has a car.

You: Oh, so he’ll be the first one I’ll meet. I just hope he and the rest of your friends will like me. I don’t want to bother, really.

TY: What are you talking about? You’ll be fine. They’ll love you. They’re cool. They won’t make you feel uncomfortable, trust me.

You: I just hope you’re right. The last thing I want is to be a burden.

TY: Just stop thinking about this and fall asleep. You’re saying nonsense. See you tomorrow.

The next morning, you were tired as hell. You had only slept four hours because of how stressed you were, but you weren’t going to let that get to you. You got dressed and grabbed the only bag you’d have with you on the plane and went to your parents. After taking a sip from your mom’s coffee and a slice of your grandma’s cake, you were ready to go. That plane wasn’t leaving without you.

You arrived at the airport and went to your gate. You texted Taeyong that the plane was leaving on time and boarded. You found your seat and put your earphones on, so that you could get some sleep for the next two hours.

When you landed and got off the plane, you found your way towards the exit, spotting Taeyong among the people waiting for their loved ones. He was talking to someone, whom you assumed was Yuta. As you were getting closer, you couldn’t help but think that he was cute, better than you had already seen in the pictures that Taeyong occasionally sent. You brushed the thought off and shouted at Taeyong, who ran towards you and hugged you with all his strength.

“I’ve missed you so much!” you said, squeezing him as well.

“I can’t wait to live with you, Y/N. We’re gonna have so much fun!” He kissed your cheek, which was something he did quite often throughout your friendship and took your bag from your shoulders.

“Taeyong, you don’t need to take it, really.”

“Ah, come on, I know you haven’t slept, and this is my hospitality before we actually arrive home, where both of us will work our butts off. But first, coffee.” He started walking, until he heard your voice stopping him.

“Uh, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“No, I don’t think- oh my god! This is Yuta!” he exclaimed, and Yuta chuckled. “Yuta, this is Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said, extending his arm for a handshake.

“It’s nice to meet you too. I’ve heard so much about you, although I’m sure Taeyong hasn’t told me enough,” you laughed, hoping you’d made a good first impression.

“Honestly, I hoped he hadn’t said too much, so that we can get to know each other from the start, without any influences. He has seen me drunk, you know.”

“He has seen me drunk too, and don’t worry about it. Whatever you’ve done can’t be worse than mine. I’m a flirty drunk,” you reassured him.

“Okay, come on people. We have to get going. You’ll get to know each other over coffee and cleaning rugs, I promise.” Taeyong said, and you both laughed, heading towards the car.

Yuta led you to his car and you sat at the back seat, Taeyong taking the front. It didn’t take long for him to start humming one of your favorite songs, “Baby don’t stop”, and you couldn’t help but sing along.

“Stop, baby don’t stop,” you sang, and Taeyong continued.

“Ah, you listen to this kind of music too,” Yuta said when the two of you stopped.

“Are you kidding me? I taught him this kind of music. It was one of the first songs I made him listen to.”

“And I haven’t stopped listening to it ever since.” Taeyong laughed. “And you used to make fun of me with it every time I had a date.”

“I’m not regretting doing that anytime soon, Taeyong,” you smiled, and Yuta kept driving. The car stopped as you reached a coffee shop and Taeyong left to get coffee for everyone.

“Extra sugar!” you shouted out of the window and he nodded.

“You drink your coffee like that too? Ah, and I thought Taeyong was the only messed up person I knew,” Yuta said.

“Ah, why? Coffee needs to be sweet for me to enjoy. Do you like it black?”

“I do. I really don’t see why you need so much sugar to enjoy it. I always gave Taeyong a hard time about it, but now you’re two.” He was looking straight ahead while saying that and you let him be without responding, until your friend came back with the coffee.

As soon as the car stopped again, you knew you had arrived at your new house. Taeyong turned to you, wide smile on his face, with a set of keys in hand. “These are yours.” You left the car and followed Taeyong to the door. He let you unlock, as he had already seen it, and you were ecstatic to see where you were going to live from now on. You moved forward to the small but cozy living room and, when you made sure the kitchen was all good, you ran to the two bedrooms.

“Oh my god, Taeyong, it’s so pretty!” you exclaimed, as you also saw that there wouldn’t be any problems in choosing the bedrooms, as they were almost the same. “Just like I saw it in the pictures!”

“I’d never find a bad home for us, Y/N. We have so many years of uni together.” He shared your enthusiasm, you could see it, so you hugged him again. “It needs a lot of cleaning, though.”

“We’ll do that in no time,” you heard Yuta say.

“Ah, you’re already here. And you brought Y/N’s stuff,” Taeyong pointed out.

“Thanks a lot, really. For everything.” You turned to him.

“I’d do anything for a friend,” he gestured at Taeyong, who was already in the kitchen, taking sips of his coffee.

“I’m sure he’d do the same,” you smiled and went towards the kitchen to get started, when you heard something that you thought wasn’t supposed to be heard.

“Would he?”

[itstheoneshot]

Different

Request

Summary: It was supposed to be a regular night out, clubbing with your friends at your favourite queer-friendly venue, but that all changes when you make eye contact with the most handsome man you have ever seen.

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Jonghyun x Transmasc Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Internal Discussion of Transphobia, Unprotected Sex.

It is a Saturday night, technically a Sunday morning now, and you are doing what you do every weekend, out at a nightclub with your friends. You have had a few too many drinks, and you gaze around the room to eye off any cute boys, because why else would a cute guy like you have gone to all the effort you did to look good, if you are not going to get any attention for it.

Queer clubbing is fun, it is one of the only places that you feel as a trans man you can let loose a little, without worrying too much about being hate-crimed for just existing. Sure, it is still risky, but your group of friends and you are strong, and it is nice to feel welcomed somewhere.

Though, of your friends, you tend to be the one to stay solo, always with an underlying fear of rejection if you meet someone and they find out that you do not have the genitals that your presentation indicates that you would. Tonight, that is different, you feel confident in how you look, presenting more masculine than you have for a long time, you think, and you can’t remember the last time that you kissed anyone, so why not try to have fun?

As you turn to walk to the bar, you spot a man so handsome that your breath catches in your throat. He is shorter than the men you would usually go for, standing around 5’7, he has black hair, styled with an undercut, the sharpest jawline and cheekbones that you have ever seen, he is thin, but muscular, his arms are on show with the tank top he is wearing.

You reach the bar, and glance over beside you to where he is standing. He flashes a smile at you, a blush instantly runs to your cheeks as you smile back, mesmerised as all of his teeth show, and his cheekbones raise even further.

You had figured he was just being nice, so you are shocked as he walks over to you. He leans up against the bar, continuing to stare and not breaking eye contact with you at all.

“Pretty boy… you look lonely.” He purrs, his voice is honey-sweet, soft, addictive.

“I— I was.” You manage to stutter, cursing yourself for not being more confident, holy shit, he is beautiful… and he is talking to you.

“Let me buy you a drink, please?” He asks, “You’re intoxicating.”

You barely manage a nod, and the man turns to the bar to order for you, glancing back to make sure that you will like what he chooses for himself, a gin and tonic, you smile at him sweetly as he orders a second, and he passes the glass to you once he has paid.

“I’m Jonghyun, by the way.” He murmurs, not taking his eyes off you for a second as you introduce yourself, too.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful boy.” He replies, taking a sip from his glass.

You blush hard at this, god he is smooth, but you ease up a little as the alcohol kicks in, and you find that the conversation flows so easily between you two.

“How old are you, sweet boy?” Jonghyun asks.

“I’m 23, and you?” You ask, feeling a little guilty for not using honorifics, he does seem older than you but you did not want to assume.

He chuckles, sensing your emotions, “I’m 26,” smirking a little, he continues, “So it’s hyung to you, pretty boy.”

You find that the night flies by, you are unsure of how long you have spent with him, or how many drinks you have consumed, but his hand now rests on your thigh, while you trace shapes up his arm, when he finally asks you the question you have been dying to hear.

“Do you wanna get out of here? We could continue this back at my place?” He asks.

“I’d like that, hyung…” You reply, “I’d like that a lot.”

Jonghyun smiles as he stands, taking your hand to lead you from the club. All of your friends are long gone, so there is nobody that you need to alert of your departure, which makes your exit quick and easy. Jonghyun hails down a cab, and gives the driver his address before beginning the trip.

Jonghyun rests his hand on your thigh again, and you continue the conversation that you were having in the bar. You find yourself becoming more anxious as you get closer to your destination, realising that you have not mentioned your… transness… to the insanely handsome man who has taken you home. You begin to fret, remembering every hateful story you have ever heard, and you almost send yourself into a panic as you worry that you may just become another statistic.

You follow Jonghyun up the stairs and into his apartment, and you find your palms sweat more with every step you take. As Jonghyun lets you in the front door, he locks it behind him and turns to you as he takes off his shoes.

He steps forward and kisses you, for the first time tonight. You let your anxiety melt away just a little, though your heart still races in your chest. He holds the back of your neck with one hand, and your waist with the other, as his tongue twists with yours, and you gasp at the chemistry between you.

“Is something wrong, sweet boy?” He asks you, his voice is softened with concern.

You realise that this is your chance, and that you have to say something now, while you are still by the door, while you can still escape. You try to calm yourself enough to speak, taking metered breaths before opening your mouth.

“I— my body is… different.” You manage to say, cheeks flushed a deep red as you try not to cry.

Jonghyun surprises you, as he takes the hem of your shirt and pulls it up over your head. You instinctively raise your hands to cover your chest, in an attempt to hide your top surgery scars, but Jonghyun takes your hands and moves them to your side. He stares at your chest with pouted lips for a moment, before leaning in to inspect the scars closer.

He surprises you further, as he presses his lips to the raised skin, and kisses along the scars on both sides, before kissing back up your neck and to your lips again. Jonghyun steps you back into the wall, grinding into you as he kisses you harder, and you begin to relax further as you come to realise that he knows who you are, what you are. He traces a hand down your front, and palms your core through your jeans, shit, he definitely knows now.

“Nothing wrong with that,” He whispers, “You are still the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

Your fears dissipate, as Jonghyun steps back to remove his own shirt, and you kick your shoes off just in time for him to grab you, pulling you in to kiss him again. His hands are in your hair, and yours are on his waist as you make out, desperation soon building between your legs, you can’t believe this man still wants you, you are so fucking happy that this man still wants you.

He steps you down the hallway, holding you close to him as he leads you to his bedroom, pausing for a second to open the door before dragging you in with him. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you down to straddle his lap, just as you push him to lay on his back. You can tell that he is a little shocked by your dominance, the power imbalance is strong between you as he flips you over, now hovering over your body.

“You’re so fucking handsome,” He purrs, tracing a hand down your front to find the button and fly of your jeans to unfasten.

“Says you…” You gasp, as his fingers hook into the denim to pull it down.

Jonghyun kisses up your legs to your underwear, boy-leg cut briefs, and he mouths at your centre through the fabric, shit, you are so wet already. Your hips buck under the pressure, as he finds your clit to tease it through the layer of clothing in the way.

“Jjong-ah,” You whine as he takes the elastic waistband of your underwear between his teeth, “Wanna see you naked too.”

He smirks up at you, before pulling your underwear down, and then swiftly removes his own jeans, his cock hard and evident, still sheathed away under his last item of clothing. You are a little intimidated by the size, and Jonghyun chuckles as he catches you staring.

“It’s okay, pretty boy,” He soothes you, kissing up your stomach and chest to your neck. His hand is at your core, fingers teasing at your slit to find your hole and breach it, “I’ll warm you up good, okay?”

You barely manage a nod, back arching as he slips a second finger inside, stretching you out in preparation for his cock. Shit, you can’t remember the last time you were touched like this, and damn, he sure knows what he is doing, you are fucking dripping wet for him.

“Fuck me, Jonghyun, please?” You beg, reaching down to remove his underwear.

His fingers are already working you close to ecstasy, but your pleading distracts him, faltering his movements as you wrap a leg over his hip, grinding up into him.

“Wanna cum on your cock, Jjong-ah… Fuck… I’m so close…” You whine desperately, grabbing at him to come closer to you.

He leans in to kiss you, smirking as you writhe under him, his thumb circling your clit as his fingers curl inside you, “God, you’re so fucking cute when you are desperate, baby boy.”

You throw your head back in pleasure, and Jonghyun kisses up your neck as he takes his fingers out of you, lining his cock up to enter you instead. Two fingers were not enough prep, and the stretch has you crying out in both pain and pleasure, and your orgasm is so fucking close.

“You gonna cum now, sweet boy?” Jonghyun urges you, moving his hand to tease your clit.

With your eyes shut tight, you clench around Jonghyun’s perfect cock as your orgasm breaks through, lifting your hips to match his every time he thrusts into you, you cum harder than you think you ever have. Your thighs shake, though Jonghyun tries to hold them still, as he continues to fuck you.

Jonghyun leans in to kiss you, as he fucks you through the aftershocks of your high, leaving you even more breathless than you were before. His cock fits inside you perfectly, as you relax a little, your body still twitching as his movements do not slow.

“Can you get pregnant, sweet boy?” Jonghyun asks you, with his lips pressed to yours.

You shake your head, “No, hyung, I’m on birth control.”

“Good, I wanna cum inside you so badly.” He moans, his movements beginning to stagger.

Your back arches as you feel what could only be a second orgasm creeping up on you, Jonghyun’s cock curved at just the right angle to hit the sensitive nerves inside you, over and over again.

“Please cum in me, Jonghyun,” You whine, “I’m so fucking close again, shit.”

Jonghyun picks up the speed, barely lasting another minute before losing control, cock twitching as you convulse underneath him, both of your orgasms in sync, moans mixing perfectly as you ride out your highs.

As you come down from your second peak, and Jonghyun’s first, he slows his movements before pulling out, and shifts to lay on his side next to you. Your chest heaves as you catch your breath, staring into the eyes of the man who just fucked you better than you ever had been. Jonghyun leans in to kiss you, savouring the feeling of your lips pressed to his, neither of you want to move.

“You’ll stay the night, right?” He asks, “I would love to do that again.”

You nod, lips brushing against his as you mumble your reply, “Yes please, hyung.”

[jkbabiey]

𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 ⤇ 𝙹𝙹𝙺

Words: 2.9K 

Pairing: Jungkook x doctor!reader 

Genre: angst; fluff; established relationship au ; minor character death :((( 

Synopsis: “He would never make you feel any less for having a human side, a weak side. Instead, he would embrace it with everything he had. Always.” 

Song Rec: End of a day - Jonghyun ; Breathe - Lee Hi ; That's Okay - D.O. ; Not Alone - NCT 127 ; Try Again - Jaehyun, d.ear ; Inner Child - V ; Through the night - IU ; Be Your Enemy - Taemin, Wendy

The heavy rain fell like never before. The streets were completely drenched and, unfortunately for your completely timid and, currently, partially stoic nature, completely crammed. Your shift in the hospital had just ended. You were exhausted and, on days like this, you couldn’t find your job as a cardiothoracic surgeon more bitter. You loved your job, after the many hardships you’d had to endure to get to the position you are in today and so much effort you had to put into it, you couldn’t have any doubts about your love towards medicine and surgery. And you didn’t. 

But the truth is that doing what you do every single day - fighting death itself - wasn’t easy. It takes a colossal number of rocky roads to fully accept and understand that some lives are just too frail for you to save, and, sometimes death is just too stubborn and strong-willed to let you win.

You hadn’t travelled all those paths yet.

Today, you had lost 2 of your patients. Patients you had been following and helping for the last 2 years of your medical career. They held a soft spot in your heart, and they both had had surgical procedures today, with you as their surgeon, as always. But during their surgeries, there were several amounts of complications and your patients weren’t strong enough to handle all the fights they had yet to battle. Unfortunately.

You were still a 29-year-old girl. You were still a dewy-eyed silly over-emotional and easily-attached little girl. To lose 2 of your favourite patients in one day was still way too much for you. But, among your group of friends, you were the hardcore one and you hadn’t cried. Your weak and human side was the last thing you wanted to show to your colleagues. The competitiveness that ruled the medical industry wouldn’t allow you. You had worked hard to build up the reputation you held today among everyone in the hospital. The hardcore emotionless goddess of surgery.

And even though you were, indeed, a hardcore surgery goddess, you were far from emotionless. You cried watching sad movies and were one of the few doctors that actually spent some time of their day to get to know their patients. You were pretty sure, you were going to cry as soon as you got to your black G-class Mercedes Benz, closed all your windows and called your boyfriend. You were sure you would call him as soon as your ass landed on the driver’s seat, and you were sure you would start to cry as soon as you heard his soft boyish voice. Because, amongst all of the soft spots in your heart, he owned the softest of them all. And to talk to him was exactly what you needed.

So, when you got to your car and hopped into it, you looked for his name on your contact list on your phone, for the slightest seconds, because he was right on top of it, from how often you contacted him.

‘Dickhead <3’

Calling…

Call declined.

And that’s when you remembered the small petty argument you two had had the previous night.

The night before

You were still seating in the dinner table, a pout on your lips while you tried to count how many plates you’d have to wash. Your boyfriend had already abandoned you to play with his friend, Taehyung, leaving you and the uncountable plates you had to handwash because Jungkook had decided to ruin your dishwasher. You had had a long day and you really weren’t seeing any way you could handwash so many plates all by yourself. So you decided your boyfriend would be your best and most viable solution. So you stood up from the kitchen’s table stool and walked towards the living room’s sofa in tiny weary steps.

“Guk, can you please help me do the dishes tonight?” you asked after sitting next to him, using the cutest voice you could remember and the most adorable face expression you thought he would fall for.

“Nope, today’s your day,” he answered shortly, not tearing his eyes from the videogame one single moment.

“Babe, please, I had a long day.”

“Yeah, me too. Go do the dishes.”

“I helped you do the dishes last week and you never returned the favour,” you pouted.

“Are you seriously going to keep bothering me? I have one moment to relax by myself, and you have to come here and ruin it!”

Your eyes widened, not expecting him to snap at you so quickly, and for something so small.

“I had a hard day, and I haven’t had a moment for myself as well. Can’t you just help me this once?”

You knew you were being bratty and childish and, probably, a pain in his ass. You knew he probably had also had a very tiring day, after all, he’s Jeon Jungkook, Korea’s golden boy. But you were just so tired, and at least the presence of your boyfriend in the kitchen as you two did the dishes, would surely, make the task a lot more enjoyable.

“Is it so hard to do the fucking dishes? Are you that dim-witted?”

You knew he didn’t mean to call you dumb. If someone asked him, on any other day, about what made him fall for you, he would probably answer something about how intelligent you were, but this time you got affected by his comment. Probably because, that same day, your superior had said you weren’t good enough to be a surgeon due to you being late to his presentation – “A good surgeon is never late, maybe you should reconsider your options.”, those were his words.

“Fuck you Jungkook,” you finally said, turning your back on him, deciding to do the dishes by yourself.

“No, fuck you!” he shouted, throwing the controller to the couch after pausing his game.

He stood up, following you to the kitchen in quick heavy steps. He was looking for a fight. You weren’t in the mood to argue right now, so as soon as you got to the kitchen, you decided to forcefully close the door on his face.

He didn’t barge in as you expected - he could be quite explosive. When you finished cleaning the kitchen and went to your shared bedroom, he was already in bed, laying down only in his underwear and playing something on his phone. You took your clothes off - needless to say, he didn’t spare you a glance. Even the next morning, when you two woke up at 6 AM to go to work, you two never said a word and he didn’t kiss you goodbye like he always did.

Two could play that game.

But, truth is, you couldn’t play that game. 

You loved him too much. But he had just declined your call and you didn’t know how to deal with that. So you drove home as fast as you could, still not a single tear on your cheeks, and when you finally barged into your shared apartment, you saw Jungkook laying on the couch and watching a movie. He, once again, didn’t spare you a glace, and his face was completely disinterested in your sudden presence.

“Stop being a dick!” you yelled at him, your voice cracking, from how long you had been holding back your tears. His eyes were quickly directed to you, and his eyebrows furrowed when he noticed the shiny look in your eyes, sitting up on the couch, and staying there, unsure of what was happening. Until tears started running freely along your soft blushed cheeks and you took both your hands to wipe them away. That’s when he stood up, and rushed to you, standing in front of you and softly holding your wrists, so he could pull them away from your face.

“What happened?” he asked softly and your sobs only seemed to intensify. He picked you up, holding you tightly in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist and your face hidden in the crook of his neck. Then he sat with you back in the couch and waited for you to calm down, not saying anything. Just rubbing your back and playing with the roots of your hair.

Then you finally calmed down and decided to pull your face away from his neck, to look him in the eye, for the first time in the whole day.

“What happened baby?” he repeated softly, nudging your still wet nose with his own and you looked down, playing with you fingers.

“My life sucks.”

“Why?”

“My week has been a nightmare so far and now you’re a dick and I really wanted to talk to you just now but you declined my call and I really can’t stand you,” you stated, your voice cracking numerous times, and Jungkook chuckled looking at how helpless you looked and you really wanted to slap him, but then he pecked your lips and grabbed the back of your head, bringing it back to his chest and laying down in the sofa, with you on top of him.

“C’mon, tell what got you all worked up…” he muttered playfully, lovingly looking down at you.

And that’s when tears started pouring out of your eyes once again. At some point, you were already uncontrollably sobbing in his chest, your fists grabbing his shirt and Jungkook’s grip on you tighter than before. The look on his face wasn’t playful anymore, and the furrowed brows and worried eyes were back, his full attention on you.

"I-i had the worst day Jungkook," you let out in a tremulous waver. Jungkook encouraged you to keep going, even though no else but him - that had met you for about 9 years now and knew you better than anyone else ever could - would understand a single word that came out of your mouth. "When I started working as a surgeon there were these 2 charts that were handed to me. An old grumpy man named Charles and a 16-year-old girl, Jessica, the typical teenager who thinks she knows it all. They had pretty severe heart diseases and even though Charles didn't even like me at first and Jessica called me an 'ugly bitch' the first day I met her, I took care of them. They went through a lot and they were so strong. I gave so much of myself to make them stay, you know? I worked so hard to keep them safe," you cried and even though Jungkook already knew what this was about, he prefered to let you let it all out, just humming from time to time. "They've been with me since day 1, they've watched me become a better surgeon and a better person overall. They were closer to me than my own friends” You stopped talking for a few minutes, while Jungkook kissed the crown of your head and your breathing calmed down 

"Jessica  was turning 18 next week. She was a total romantic. I used to talk to her about us." Jungkook smiled. "Most of the times me and you argued, she was the one to tell me what to do. I talked about you to Charles once. He didn’t really like you that much. But I think it was more of a protective instinct than anything else." you paused and Jungkook kissed your forehead, in a way of support. You closed your eyes and sighed. 

"They had surgeries today. I mean, I'm not dumb, I knew by their vitals that they weren't going to last as long as I wanted them to, but I just wasn't prepared," you voice started cracking and wavering once again and the tear stains that had already dried out were once again freshly wet. "Surgery was too much for them, I shouldn't have done it," you cried out. " I am so sorry, this was all my fau-"

"It wasn't... It wasn't your fault. You're a surgeon, it's your job and unfortunately, this is a part that comes with it. It's not your fault. You're an amazing surgeon, they knew it and they trusted you with their lives for 2 years. You never let them down, but no one lasts forever and they were no exception. As you said, they all had severe diseases and even though you're a great surgeon, which was proven with how you kept them here for 2 whole years, you can't always conceive miracles. It was not your fault.”

You two kept quiet after that, you knew he was right. Of course, he was, he was Jungkook. You weren't crying anymore and a great part of that was due to Jungkook's back rubs and constant forehead kisses.

“You know, Jessica never had her first kiss” you whispered. “I used to tell her kissing was disgusting anyways, so she wouldn’t feel left behind by other girls her age” you giggled softly and Jungkook stroked your curly hair, smiling. 

“Charles was pretty rude at first, we disliked each other for about 2 weeks and then he told me I reminded him of his daughter because she was also the feisty type. They didn’t get along very well. Haven’t talked to each other for two whole years and today I had to call her after the surgery and tell her that her amazing dad had just died on the table. What hurts the most is that she was so unbothered, I was probably way more devastated than her. He was almost like a father to me.”

"They sound amazing," he commented after you stopped talking.

"They were amazing," you muttered and smiled, sighing softly a bit after and looking up to your boyfriend, who was still massaging your back, his hand was underneath your shirt, directly placed on your skin. He knew his touch always calmed you down, even in the toughest of situations. He would always be the one to get to soothe your nerves. You had met him 9 years ago, but every single moment with him still felt like the first. He was the only one who got to see this side of you. He knew how it was behind the scenes. Behind the perfect and intelligent facade laid some painful experiences and he had lived every single one of them with you. He had experienced the sleepless nights before an exam. He had woken up in the middle of the night to find you seated on the living room’s couch with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands and tear-stained cheeks, all this coming from the constant doubt you would never be able to get rid of and that still haunted you today. ‘Am I good enough for this?’ And he would always stay up, reassuring you that ‘Yes, you’re good enough’ and he would repeat that as many times as you needed him to. Because he knew you were good enough. God, you were so much more than enough.

Jungkook loved you beyond question. You meant the world to him. And looking down at you, he couldn’t help but think about the topic that hadn’t left his mind for the whole week. And that had been the cause for the snappy temper you had been obligated to deal with these past days. He had been pestering his members with this same topic too, and they were already sick of telling him to ‘go for it’. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

What if it’s too soon? How could it be too soon? He had met you 9 years ago and started dating you 3 years after that. Of course it wasn’t too soon.

What if you didn’t want to be committed to him in that way? Jungkook knew you had quite a problem with commitment, you were terrified of getting committed to something for a lifetime. But... damn... You loved him. He could see it behind your eyes whenever you looked at him. Or in the way you’d lay awake in the middle of the night staring at his face, illuminated by the moon’s shine, and thinking he was asleep. Or in the way you were so comfortable with him, to the point of laying on top of him, eating chocolate cookies, wearing white cotton panties and a t-shirt of his that looked way too large on you, probably because you measured only 5′1′’. You both knew that he was your safe space and you were his. 

You would never break down like this in public, in front of your colleagues or your superiors. You couldn’t. But with him, you knew you could and you would anytime you needed to. Because with him you knew you were safe. There would never be any judging. He would never make you feel any less for having a human side, a weak side. Instead, he would embrace it with everything he had.

Always. 

“Will you marry me?”

[xotaemintol]

FLIRTY JONGHYUN THOUGHTS//SMUT

::This is in no way, shape, or form, meant to be disrespect or hurtful/triggering to anyone, this is purely FICTIONAL and not at all real nor is it meant to seem that way. I understand that there are some who would disagree with smut of Jonghyun being written and I will consider everyone's points as best as I can, I did ask in a poll how people would feel and the majority have said that they would not feel uncomfortable or dislike it, if you are uncomfortable with it or dislike it, please keep scrolling or leave me constructive criticism/feedback obviously nothing hateful or harmful), I'II be sure to consider your point:) if not, enjoy!::

“Said baby come fuck with a pro” ~ Persian Rugs

I can't stop thinking about how good Jonghyun would be at flirting, the way he'd flash you a panty-dropping smile as he's walking beside you, and how good he'd look wearing a plain white shirt with the classic black jeans and a small gold chain to add an extra ‘hemp’. How his hand would brush yours and how everytime you say something that surprises him he'd go: “Really?!” The way he'd smell so good too, every time he slyly bumps into your side you’d catch a whiff of him and your knees go weak, don’t think it’s an accident either, he knows what he’s doing when he looks at you with those shiny puppy-like eyes, and that pussy throbbing smile, he knows that he’s eating away at your self-control with every compliment and every question and he loves seeing how you react, although he’s shy at first, he plays one hell of a game.

Give him three minutes and he’ll have your number, address, every social you have, your friends and family’s names, a date and time, and your ring size. He could talk you out of your panties before you even realize what’s happening, Don’t catch him when he’s out in public at night that man is absolutely unstoppable, and adding the romantic and suggestive elements of nighttime only makes him more dangerous. You’d be leaving the convenience store just as he’s going in and of course, he sees you and can’t miss his chance, so he’ll rush in and buy what he needs, and instead of getting back in his car he’ll catch up to you and politely stop you.

“Excuse me miss.” His opener and insanely irresistible voice immediately catch your attention and when you look at him all he has to do is say that he wants you, he doesn’t even need to speak but of course, you can’t give it up that easily, so you walk and talk for a while, getting to know the basics about each other. Names, hobbies, occupations, love lives, and all the other simple things, your conversation goes smoothly and flows so perfectly, You both perfectly bounce off of each other’s sentences so easily that it seems like you’ve met the man of your dreams. When he offers to drive you back home and tells you that his car is just around the corner you jokingly say that he seems like a player, to which he’d laugh and deny as you walk back to his car. The inside would be so clean and smell so good that it would immediately turn you on, As soon as he turns on the radio and starts to softly speak to you it’s wraps. A quick detour from your house to his and some passionate kisses later and you’re suddenly in his bed, undressed, and high on endorphins. And his game doesn’t just stop when you hit the bed, No no no, Jonghyun easily checks all the boxes.

A soft dom with an amazing bedroom voice, guiding you sweetly and building you up with ease as he’s touching you, everything you thought about sex is completely changed and turned inside out in the best ways possible. Being a pleaser whose main goal is to leave you on cloud nine Jonghyun would be able to make you cum multiple times without making you feel too sensitive to go on, somehow with every time you finish you crave more instead of being worn out, not to mention the way he’d encourage you, telling you that you’re doing such a good job, asking you if that feels good, asking you if that’s the spot you like and if you want more, you don’t have to beg either, he’s quick to give and he’s going to give and give until you are beyond satisfied. By the time he starts to fuck you it’s like your whole body has ripped into a million pieces and become something completely new, his stroke game is so good that it feels like he was reaching parts of you that had never even been imagined before, being able to bring you to a height that you’ve never known was reachable with slow and steady movements. Every time he moves forward your whole body reacts, and the chills don’t stop for a second, while with others it’s always a come and go, a “find the right spot.” With Jonghyun, every spot is the right spot, forget good, he’s a pro. When it’s unfortunately over, you almost immediately fall asleep, you’re too tired to even take the water he offered or the shower and clothes. Of course, he’d be able to knock you out easily, he could’ve done it in one round, but the excitement made you pull through two.

…I think I got a little distracted lol.

[gayashawol]

30 Day Jonghyun Month Challenge

(I dare you!)

Warning: This post will have talks of fanfiction, and sexual content that may not be appropriate for minors and those that may be uncomfortable with that subject matter.

To be honest, there needs to be more Jonghyun fanfics in the world. Share your love by written words, and make it known that Jonghyun is no-touch territory by letting your inner delulu out for this fun writing exercise this April!

Of course this isn’t limited for only 1 year! Schedule this post for the next year, and then the year after, and then after that!

Feel free to change some prompts if you don’t feel comfortable! After all, writing is meant to be fun, so why force yourself to write something that you don’t like? You can even turn the romantic prompts into platonic however you want, since loving Jonghyun as a friend is just as magical and delulu inducing than having him as a boyfriend or husband!

Romantic/Platonic Prompts!

1. First Date

2. Day out

3. Funfair Date

4. Cinema Date

5. Clothes Shopping

6. Picnic Date

7. A walk at the park

8. Birthday party/Anything celebrating his birthday really

9. Road Trip

10. McDonalds date/Anything drive thru (I’m terrible at thinking of dates ngl)

11. Concert/festival date

12. A walk in the city?? (idk if it’s creative lol)

13. Cafe hopping date

14. Bicycle/Motorcycling around the city

15. Cruise ship date

16. Traveling abroad

17. Meeting your parents

18. Sporting date (Going to a sports game as a date, e.g super bowl, football/soccer game, etc)

19. Beach date

20. Spending the day indoors/Movie night

21. Sleepover/Sneaking in (depends really)

22. Arcade date

23. Accompanying you at the doctors office

24. When you’re not feeling well

25. Proposal/The very moment you realise that you two click really (it could be like when he heals your inner child or makes you feel safe idk how to explain it)

26. Meeting your family (like siblings, cousins, etc)

27. Marriage/Friendanniversary date

28. Moving into a house together

29. Day out with the family

30. Reuniting after time apart

Sexual Prompts! (Didn’t forget about y’all)

1. First Time

2. Teasing

3. Giving him head

4. Vibrator(s - go hard as you please lol)

5. Nipple play

6. Butt plug

7. Licking you there (giving you head/eating you out)

8. He controls you (Or you control him — it’s a birthday post, go crazy on it)

9. Handcuffs/Bondage

10. Blindfold

11. Fingering

12. Anal??

13. Uniforms/costumes

14. Roleplaying

15. Sub taking the role (femdom if you’re a girl)

16. Spanking

17. Remote vibrator (iykyk)

18. Semi-public

19. Walked into (and maybe joined…?????? 😏)

20. Massage (OHHHHHHHHHEJAISKSKSSKWK)

21. Sex with clothes on??

22. Skirt…? (Do what you will-)

23. Vibrating panties- (ARE THESE A REAL THING?)

24. Oh fuck it imma add a backstage sex prompt

25. Panties/Lingerie

26. Shower/Bath/Restroom sex

27. Car sex…?

28. cAn wE jUsT iMaGiNe jOnGhYuN aS cHriStiAn gRaY?

29. Do whatever you want, but he lets out a big, fat, juicy load like some anime character idk

30. Aftercare!! (Because it’s very important!)

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Unholy

pairing: sugar daddy!Seungcheol x socialite!reader

genre: smut smut SMUT - minors dni.

warnings: dom!cheol, bratty sub!reader, thigh riding, cursing, ass slapping, cheating, degradation, use of petnames (baby, princess, darling), daddy kink, hair pulling, manhandling, unprotected sex (stay safe), mentions of breeding, marking, finger sucking, possessiveness, cheol and reader are actual red flags

no word count, it was speed-written

summary: inspired by Unholy - Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras

Author’s note: This was written on an absolute whim i’m going through some serious cheolrot - tagging @duhnova​ for obvious reasons

nsfw taglist: @rosecult @bibinnieposts @ovai @littlemisssarcastic21 @tinkerbell460 @jonghyuns-husband @romromthedeer @y00nzin0 @llsiriusminorisll @booyouwhore17​ @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu

© multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations without permission allowed.

“Come on, princess, shake those hips like I know you can,” Seungcheol slaps your ass and you whine, “Better give me a good reason for letting your pussy make a mess over my pants.”

“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you pout your lips and speed up your hips, grinding your pussy over the crushed velvety material of his pants, “Your thigh feels so fucking good, ugh.”

“Darling,” Seungcheol grips your jaw and forces you to look directly at him, “A pretty little baby like you shouldn’t use bad words.” He parts your lips with his thumb and you eagerly suck on it, moaning and swirling your tongue around the thick digit as if it was a cherry lollipop.

“Oh, Y/N...” Seungcheol chuckles as he watches your body shake over his thigh, “You’re trying so hard to be worth my time and money, don’t you?”

Under different circumstances, you would have clawed his eyes out for treating you like another desperate gold digger, but quite frankly? He was absolutely right in everything he said.

You don’t even need his money, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it when you use his sleek black card to pay for all the unnecessary accessories, makeup and clothes that shine a bit more than a set of Swarowski earrings. Besides, it’s not like they were unnecessary to you, since being a socialite practically requires flashy clothes and accessories.

Choi Seungcheol is no better than you - a seemingly responsible man, attending all social events with his beloved wife, never missing a chance to show how much he adores her in front of the cameras and blinding lights of the high society.

That’s what she thinks as well, judging from the comfortable and luxurious life she’s leading thanks to her lovely husband.

Except said husband loves money more than anything else. And if it’s money well spent? Two birds with one stone.

Another thing Seungcheol loves is getting his dick wet - And your pussy does that with a perfect streak of two months.

“I’m definitely more worth than your little trophy wife,” you bite back with a smirk, “Otherwise you wouldn’t be here to fuck me, Cheol.”

His demeanor changes within a split second and he’s lifting you off his thigh, throwing you over his shoulder and then throwing you on the bed of your apartment, face down on the mattress and ass up in the air.

“You are in no fucking place to talk about my life, little bitch,” he flips over your dress and harshly pulls your panties from your body, ripping the flimsy material in half, “Nepo babies like you only want to spend money and fuck around like you own the world.”

Seungcheol slaps your ass once, twice and two more times before he unbuckles his soiled pants to let his rock hard cock spring free. He digs his hand in your hair and pushes his cock in your cunt with one swift motion, your eyes rolling in the back of your skull.

He starts fucking you like a mad man, his pelvis slapping against your ass without mercy. You almost feel like frothing at the mouth from how good it feels to let the fat tip of his shaft bully your pussy and 

“Fucking nepo baby with a fucking tight cunt,” he grunts, his lips hovering above the shell of your ear, “My fucking nepo baby. Say it.”

“Y-Your nepo b-baby,” you gasp, “Oh my God, Daddy, your cock is so good!”

“That’s more like it,” Seungcheol plants his right leg in the mattress to fuck his cock deeper in you, “That’s how you should act when you’re with me, especially underneath me, Y/N.”

The noises you make are whiny, loud and utter music to his ears. You’re drooling on the sheets, your hair sticking out in random directions due to Seungcheol’s iron grip on it, mind going blank from pleasure.

The knot in the pit of your stomach tightens to the point of breaking in a rather violent manner, the previous stimulation from riding Seungcheol’s thigh amplifying that sensation.  

“D-Daddy, I’m gonna cum, fuckfuckfuck, I’m cumming!” You scream like a baby bunny caught by a predator as your pussy tightens around his cock, your walls massaging his length in a final attempt to milk him.

Your heart drops when Seungcheol pulls out his cock and jerks himself off until he blows his load all over your ass, milky streaks painting your skin. He lets out a groan and taps his cock on your asscheek, biting his lip at your wrecked sight.

“Why didn’t you come inside me?!” 

“Oh darling,” Seungcheol buttons his pants and smooths over his clothes, “Did you really think you deserved to get your pussy filled up with my cum after misbehaving so much?”

“But-” You opt to protest and sit up, but Seungcheol stops you with his hand on your jaw again.

“Y/N. If I say ‘shut up’, you shut up. If I say ‘cum’, you cum. If I say you don’t deserve my cum in you, then you fucking don’t.” He taps your cheek twice and captures your lips in a short-lived yet filthy kiss full of his tongue, leaving you wanting for more. 

“See you next week, princess - You better behave until then or I’m cutting down on your ‘pretty girl with pretty pussy’ privileges.”

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Waiting for Midnight - Prologue

1,427 word count | idol Hoshi x Guardian Angel reader A prologue for a social media au series

“I promise it won’t happen again!” you cried, chasing after the Guardian of Angels.

It was past midnight, and you followed your superior through a grim and cave-like entrance that hides the stairway to the gates of the Almighty. You knew very well that you aren’t allowed to enter the place, but in a desperate attempt, you had to follow.

You caught up behind your superior and held onto his glowing white robes, making him turn around and look at you harshly with his piercing silver eyes. “Please give me one more chance,” you begged, voice sounding weak and cracked.

His gaze continues to pierce through you, and you continued to plead him. But the man with the silver eyes and long ice-white beard showed no sympathy to your distress. “Please,” you rubbed your palms together.

He sighs and looks behind him, deliberating whether he should walk through the gates of the Almighty to terminate your guardianship or to show you compassion. Then he looks at you, and then he looks back one more time before harshly grabbing your wrist to pull you down the stairs and to the side.

“You revealed yourself to your human in attempt to save her, but she still died before her Final Day under your guardianship,” he growled, pointing his finger at you. You couldn’t bear to look at him. “Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn’t terminate your guardianship.”

Words didn’t come out of your mouth. Death came and took all your soul and left you with only grief and tears. Only then did you realize that your desperation was an empty shell.

This was how she felt when she was alive.

“She told me that there are just some people in this world that you couldn’t save, no matter who you may be,” your voice cracked as you placed a hand over your chest, surprised over the unfamiliar pain you feel inside. “She told me that people just can’t be saved unless you understood their pain.”

When you look up, you notice how his eyes begin to water. But he closes his eyes and blinks back the tears, “And so what? You want another chance to understand humans? See if you could save the next one?” It was clear that he was furious with you.

“And what happens if you can’t save the next one?” He challenges you, eyes sharp and gaze unshaken.

“It won’t happen again,” you whisper, “I’ll learn to love the next one and guide them as if it were her.”

He tries to stand still with his arms crossed, face clear with disappointment and anger. But after a while, he struggles to keep his composure. He groans and takes a step closer, “All right,” he whispers rather intimidatingly, “I’ll give you one last chance.”

Suddenly, it felt as if you had a living heart that jumped out of your chest.

“But if you so desperately want to understand humans, then you have to be human yourself.”

Your imaginary heart jumped out of your chest and fell to the underworld. “What?” You whispered back in disbelief.

“Come with me,” He says as he grabs your wrist and leads you outside the cave-like entrance and back into the quiet little village in the middle of busking Seoul city. In the realm of humans, the Guardian of Angels no longer had a long white beard and glowing robes.

Instead, his white hair was freckled with grey strands and put up in a man bun. He wore a black shirt, jeans, and what looked like a faded and worn brown leather jacket. And his eyes were no longer silver but plain old black. Oddly, he also smelled like smoke and mint. 

You looked down at yourself and realized that you were no longer wearing robes as well but a dress that was like the ones your previous human loved to wear. With an unsteady breath, you nervously turned your head to peek at what would be your ultimate nightmare.

“Yes, your wings are gone.” He states the obvious for you while he continues to drag you along with him to who knows where, “Starting tonight, you are human. And you see this?”

He stops in the middle of the empty street to lift your hand up and show you your wrist. Like magic, a mark was slowly burning into your skin. You tried to yank your hand back as you winced in pain, but he held it tightly in his grip.

He shows you a mark on your wrist that was tainted with white lines, “These are the wings that only you and other angels like me could see.” He lifts his wrist and shows you the same mark on his, “It reminds us in this human world that we are celestial beings.”

You nodded slowly, taking your wrist back to look at it. With your other hand, you traced the white lines that formed the wings on your wrist. But it didn’t take you a while to observe your marking as he grabbed your wrist once again and dragged you along the street. “Where are we going?” You asked, feeling a little uneasy.

“To meet someone that I used to know,” He says, suddenly smiling as he stopped in front of a tiny little café. Before you could voice your curiosity, he reached out, yank the door open, and ushered you inside.

Behind the counter, you see an old lady wearing an apron. She was holding a basket filled with pastries that she kept from the display rack. Your superior whistles softly behind you, calling the attention of the lady who finally sees you.

She drops the basket on the table and hurries around it with tongs in her hand. Your superior greets her with open arms, but she, on the other hand, stands on her tippy toes to raise her arm and hit your superior’s head with the tongs that she was holding.

A gasp behind you makes you turn around to see a boy dressed in black winter clothes sitting in the corner table. His platinum blonde hair was peeping through the hood, but you couldn’t see his face as he was wearing a black mask. He bows shyly at you as if he were intimidated to see you staring.

You bow slightly and turned back around, only to see your superior being dragged by the hair to the back of the café. It was your instinct to silently follow them.

You didn’t understand what they were bickering about, but alas, the lady finally calmed down and your superior started fixing his man bun.

“So, this is Anne,” Your superior exhales, putting a hand on Anne’s shoulder, “She’s not a celestial. But she offers tea, coffee, and more for both celestials and humans. You’ll be working with her so that you’d be able to provide for your... human needs.”

She smiles warmly at you, and you smile back. But her smile doesn’t last long as your superior starts rummaging through her kitchen cabinets, “Aha,” he laughs as he found what he was looking for, “Use this phone to contact me and do whatever humans do on it. It’s what I use whenever I need to stay in the human realm.”

You took the phone in your hands and nodded. Unlocking it and swiping left and right on the home screen. The device and the applications weren’t unfamiliar to you as you constantly see how your previous human used it.

“Anyway, I have to go now. Do you have any questions, though?” He faces you and places both his hands on your shoulders, making sure that your full attention was on him.

“Um yeah,” you cleared your throat, “When will I turn back into... you know, who I used to be?”

He chuckles and shakes you up a little bit by the shoulders. He knew that you were a little nervous for your new mission, “When your new human finds the strength to hold on a little longer and figures out how to live without your earthly guidance, then it’s time to come home.”

“How will I know when he’s ready?”

Your superior gives you a small smile, “Your mark will start to fade, and that’s when you know that he no longer needs to borrow your wings to fly.”

You gulp, nodding and staring silently at the small angel wings that were marked on your wrist. Your superior takes his hands off your shoulders and turns to hug Anne and say his goodbyes.

He waves at you and head towards the door, then stopping as if he had forgotten something. “Oh,” He chuckles, “Your new human’s name is Kwon Hoshi. He’s also an idol, just like your previous human.”

Waiting for Midnight - Epilogue

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contains: 💬🤍🌪☁️💿🪐 paring: idol!Hoshi x Guardian Angel reader spotify playlist: Waiting for Midnight Plot:

At risk of losing your guardianship, you are forced to take form of a baker who works across Pledis Entertainment to closely guard your new human, Kwon Hoshi, a bubbly idol who often visits at midnight with heavy thoughts clouding his mind. 

A/N:

Today was really the perfect day to publish Waiting for Midnight. Many of us remembered Jonghyun and his comforting lyrics, the sky in my city was crying from morning ‘til night, and we’re finally starting with a fresh new story in this blog!

This series won’t be as frequently updated as She’s Exquisite since classes will be resuming soon and I’ll be working on my business plan and implementation already :( but I’ll make sure to update the series every 3 or 4 days! So, I hope you guys will continue to look forward to the incoming chapters🤍

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Be With You

Pairing: Kim Jonghyun x Reader

Category: romance; fluff

Warnings: slight smut

Word count: 950

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.

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I just finished my bath and am now cleaning up the tub when I hear the main door shut and lock. I dry myself with a big towel and slip on my robe. When I walk to the living room, I see nobody around.

“Jonghyun?” I call out, proceeding to our bedroom. Still, nobody. His radio broadcast ended more than an hour ago so I’m sure he’s come home.

I suddenly hear a moan from across the hall. When I go back near the front door, Roo appears as if from nowhere and runs to Jonghyun lying on the floor exhausted. He had a hectic schedule all week.

“Aww, honey,” I sit next to him on the floor and pick his head up to let him use my lap as his pillow. “You must be so tired,” I say, stroking his soft dark hair lovingly.

He responds with another moan for a yes. He reaches for my face with one hand then caresses my cheek with his thumb. “I was missing you all the time,” he says, his wide eyes glinting together with his smile.

I smile back at him then kiss the corner of his mouth. “Do you want me to run you a bath?” 

“I want to get in with you,” he told me with a pout.

“But I just finished.”

He laughs. “Well, then never mind.” He gets up as he helps me up as well. I turn away to head to the bedroom but Jonghyun stops me by grabbing my wrist. “Where are you going?

“I’m putting on my pajamas.”

“Okay,” he says, but pouting. He reverses what he just said and pulls me in closer to his body. He stares deeply into my eyes which always makes me melt. I watch his eyes slowly shut as he leans in to kiss me. 

It always makes my heart jump even when I see it coming. His kiss is the thing I look forward to every night when he comes home from a long, hard day. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have him.

“Why don’t you go ahead while I’ll just quickly wash up and drink my tea for a bit. Okay?” he tells me, biting his lip as he brushes away baby hairs off my face. 

. . .

After a good half an hour, as I’m sitting up in bed with my laptop browsing photos from his program broadcast earlier today, Jonghyun joins me with nothing on but his plain black boxers. He rests his chin on my shoulder, breathing in and out on my neck. He puts his hand under my t-shirt and starts caressing up and down my stomach and between my breasts.

“Is Roo in bed?” I ask.

He hums in a yes, still taking in my scent.  

I begin to feel his wet lips below my jaw just as soon as I close my laptop and place it on the nightstand beside me. I giggle in response and let our mouths collide. His breath is warm, his grip around me is tightening. 

When I attempt to push us to his side of the bed, Jonghyun throws the duvet cover to the edge of the bed and towers over me.

“I thought you’re too tired,” I mumble as I feel my cheeks burn.

He replied with no words but with a sexy, almost evil smile. He then grabs my wrist to push them above my head and resumes kissing me, his tongue playing with mine. 

I let out a moan when his sloppy mouth is back in my neck, feeling it leaving teeth marks. 

I don’t know how long we’ve been doing it, but I can already feel my body ache for tomorrow.

The next morning, the cold shivers me awake. When I open my eyes, I find myself in Jonghyun’s arms and his face an inch from mine. I didn’t expect this since he had been very occupied in the last two weeks that I always caught him already getting ready for the day. My heart fills up with joy at the nice surprise.

I watch him as he opens his eyes awake. Then he curves his lips into a slight smile. “Hi, beautiful,” he whispers.

I just want to tear up out of bliss as he looks at me with sparkle in his eyes. Instead, I peck on his precious lips and wrap my arms around him tighter. He starts laughing, which is my favorite sound in the world aside from his voice whenever he sings. This, right here next to him, is my favorite place in the world. I wish I wouldn’t have to leave and start my day at work. Just watching his beauty like this, listening to his heart loving me back, feels like a dream every day. 

“Will you marry me?” he asks all of a sudden.

My heart sinks and my smile turns into a frown. I sit up and look away.

Jonghyun sits up as well, exposing his naked half. I can feel fear creeps up on him.

I turn to look at him. I can’t hold this act any longer and jump on top of him, making him lie back down. “Of course, I’ll marry you!” I shout then laugh at his face.

“Dear God, you scared me!” he yells back, looking up at me. My arms around his neck and his around my waist.

I crawl down to kiss him. “I love you so much, Kim Jonghyun.”

He lets off a sweet smile then pulls something out of the bedside drawer. He takes the engagement ring from the ring box and slides it to my finger. I’ve never felt this happy and it’s only him that can make me this way. 

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Why, why, why (3)

University student!Yuta x reader

Genre: slight enemies to lovers au, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and several mixups

Summary: You just got into uni and decided to move in with your childhood friend!Taeyong at the city where you are going to study. As you’re about to start your new, adult life, you meet his friends, and you realize that not everyone likes you. Nakamoto Yuta in particular almost seems like he hates you.

A/N: In this fic, Jonghyun from NU’EST appears for a while (just to avoid confusion). Also, wow I never thought I’d post this. I hope you guys like it. Also I thought I’d update every Sunday but I couldn’t restrain myself. Welp. 

Warnings: n/a

Word count: 1.8K (I should let you know that I’ve finished writing it so I’ll update it every 3 or 4 days!)

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When you entered the house, V ran into your arms for an embrace, calling you his savior, as you had just brought the food, which made the others laugh. When you reassured them again that you were okay with treating them, you all sat down in your freshly cleaned living room to eat. 

That was when you noticed Yuta sitting a bit further than the others, eating quietly, and decided to come a bit closer to him.

“You’re not very talkative, are you?” You tried to joke around since no one would listen to you. The others were arguing about one of the professors at uni and if he’s single, so they wouldn’t even notice you switching places. 

“Oh, sorry, it was just that I was thinking about something. It shouldn’t make you worry, really,” he answered.

“Are you sure? Because you haven’t talked to me all day. I mean, I know you just met me this morning and that I’m not your friend, but I’d love to get to know you a bit better.” 

“I’m okay with that, don’t worry about me. I’m just paranoid sometimes and I’m thinking a bit too much about certain things, so just ignore me when I do that, okay?”

“So, we’re off to a good start, I guess.”

“Yeah, I guess you can say that.” He smiled at you. This was the second smile he had offered you ever since this morning, and it kind of made you light up a bit. You still didn’t know what made you so interested in him. You just had to get to know him. 

The next day was similar to the first, as you had to finish cleaning and start unpacking both yours and Taeyong’s things and decorate the living room. Thankfully, Taeyong didn’t have a much different taste than yours, so it was actually easy to decide what you’d hang on the walls and what color the couch pillows would be. The biggest issue was your rooms and what you’d do with them. 

You took the boxes with your stuff and Johnny immediately came to help, offering to also help you with your room. V followed you and Yuta went to help Taeyong. You enjoyed their company a lot if you were going to be completely honest, and you secretly thought they’d let you join them sometimes. You really thought you weren’t a burden for them, as they’ve been friends for years and you just came to disrupt their lives. You’d never even think of causing a problem to them, so you waited patiently for any signs that would show you how they felt about you. There was just one thing you had to ask.

“So, how did you guys meet?” you asked, as you were placing your clothes in the closet.

“Do you mean us two, or…”

“All of you. How did you become like… a group?” 

“Ah, funny story,” V said, “I got into a fight on my first day of uni. Someone just came straight to me and called me names because I was zoning out, and Johnny with Taeyong came to my rescue.”

“Aw, they’re true heroes,” you laughed.

“Something like that. Taeyong and Johnny met right there in front of me, and then we all decided to go to lunch together. Then Yuta came. Taeyong had met him a few hours earlier and told him to go to lunch with him, so we all sat together. And we clicked.” 

Johnny nodded in agreement and gave you a stack of clothes to put away, while V was telling the story from your bed. You hadn’t put the sheets on it yet, so it was only a mattress, but it worked well for him. 

“I don’t know if I should be asking this but are Taeyong and Yuta that close? I mean, he doesn’t tell me much over the phone, and with all the stuff going on because of the house we haven’t really talked yet,” you asked.

“They’re close. They’re not together if that’s what you’re asking. They’re just really good friends. If you ask me, we make a great group. It’s just that he always was a bit more protective over Taeyong, but Yuta’s definitely straight. If he wasn’t I’m sure they’d already been together by now,” Johnny told you and you continued putting clothes away, when Johnny interrupted your thoughts. “Don’t mind him. He might seem a bit distant, but he’ll open up eventually. It’s probably that you’ve been friends with Taeyong for so long and he feels kind of left out.”

“Oh my god, have I done anything like that?”

“No, no. Don’t worry about it. He was thinking about it ever since he found out you’d move with Taeyong but, trust me, you haven’t done anything. I mean, you didn’t make any of us feel bad. You’re actually fun to be around. You can come to hang out with us whenever you want, okay?” Johnny’s words were music to your ears. What you were hoping for was coming true. Your new life had officially started taking its form, and you were ecstatic about it. 

Your house was finally ready, your posters were on the walls and your clothes were in the closet. After you made your bed and had V try it out, you could finally sit and enjoy it.

“Did you call your mom? She’s probably scared to death that she just let you handle a new house on our own,” Taeyong told you after the guys left.

“I did and I also sent her pictures. She’s thrilled.”

“Your dad?”

“Mom said he just nodded. I wouldn’t expect anything else.” You sat on the couch next to Taeyong.

“He doesn’t get really involved, does he?”

“Only when he’s in the mood. Which happens about… five times a year?”

“Sucks to be you.”

“Yeah, especially when he missed my gymnastics performance.” You took a bite of your sandwich. 

“Well, now you’re here. If he doesn’t want to lose you, he has some work to do. Now, will you give me a bite?” And that was how the evening passed with Taeyong. You were calm, relaxed and it was exactly how you imagined it to be. All you had to worry about for the time being was the first day of uni. 

You woke up the next morning and looked too pale to be human, as you had barely managed to sleep last night. You got dressed in one of your favorite outfits, a loose red shirt and black ripped jeans, and washed your face before putting some mascara and lipstick on. When Taeyong confirmed you looked hot, you were ready to go. Taeyong left you outside of the building of your first class and left for his class.

You went inside and found a seat not too close to the professor, and soon after, you noticed a tall guy approaching you and taking the seat next to you.

“First day, huh?” he asked you. “Are you excited?”

“Yeah, pretty much. I’m kind of stressed too. What’s your name, by the way?”

“I’m Yugyeom. It’s nice to meet you.” He extended his arm to you for a handshake. 

“I’m Y/N.” And that was your first acquaintance. He seemed really nice. Kind, at least. You liked him at a first glance. He turned to speak to you quite a few times during our first class, but he didn’t annoy you. He was quite pleasant to be around. 

After a while, you heard someone enter the room, stumbling on the stairs. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” he said and took the seat next to you, on the opposite side of Yugyeom. “Was I too loud?” he whispered to you. 

“No, don’t worry about it. No one’s going to remember it tomorrow anyway,” you smiled at him. 

“I hope so. And, if they do, at least I made them laugh.” He smiled back. “I’m Chan.”

“I’m Y/N and this is Yugyeom,” you said and shook hands with him as well.

When the first class was over, you headed to the other classroom for the next period and sat next to the two boys you had just met. They were extremely fun to be with, especially Chan, who was a walking mess and extremely clumsy. 

You suggested going for coffee after class, so you texted Taeyong not to pick you up and walked next to Chan and Yugyeom, who knew a nice coffee shop around the corner. You found a table and sat down when you saw a guy approaching your table. 

“Hey, Yugyeom, wasn’t he sitting close to us in class?”

“Now that you mention it, yeah. Should we tell him to sit with us?” And, before you could even answer, Yugyeom was already standing up from his chair. “Hey! Wanna sit with us?”

“Uh, sure.”

“We saw you in class, we’re not creeps, I promise,” you reassured him. “This is Yugyeom and this is Chan.”

“I’m BamBam.”

“BamBam?” Chan asked. “Is it a nickname?”

“Yeah, I’m from Thailand and no one actually remembers my real name, so I use this one instead.”

“Oh, that’s so interesting!” Yugyeom was amazed and started talking to BamBam nonstop, which he didn’t seem to mind, so you just talked to Chan until Yugyeom’s rant ended.

“Would you like to order?” The waiter interrupted you. He was standing next to your table for a while, but no one had noticed him.

“Yeah, sorry,” you said and turned towards him, as he was standing beside you. That was when you noticed how hot he looked and, right after everyone ordered, you turned to Chan. “I don’t know if you’re gay, straight, or anything else, but that one was hot as fuck.”

“I’m bi, and yes he was. You should ask for his number.”

“Chan, I’m not that bold.”

“Yeah, but you have nothing to lose. Look, we can send you to pay when we’re done, so you can talk to him without us there. That doesn’t involve any flirting, right?”

“Fine. Give me your money, y’all.” The other two guys turned to you in shock, but Chan promised to explain while you were gone. So, you got up and walked towards the register. 

“Hi,” you told him. When he turned towards you, you deeply wished you hadn’t agreed to this. He was too handsome for you to handle.

“Ah, they sent you to pay?” He laughed.

“Yeah, they did.” You paused and contemplated if you should continue the conversation when your thoughts were interrupted.

“Um, I’m sorry if it’s weird to ask, but what’s your name.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“Ah, that’s a beautiful name. I’m Jonghyun. Do you happen to go to uni here?”

“Yeah, film major. This is my first year. What about you?”

“Me too! But I’m in the third year.” He smiled at you, but he was called to a table and had to go. “You should come by again tomorrow. I can treat you to a cup of warm coffee. My shift ends at 6.”

[quokkacore]

GREED: moonlight [oh sehün] (m)

part I of all your gods are fake

summary: sehün craves control. he craves power. he craves and craves and you give your all to satisfy him. you give, and give, and give. but will it ever be enough?

pairing: cultleader!sehün x fem reader

genre: smut, light angst, light fluff

warnings: language, descriptions of cults, graphic descriptions of sex, unprotected sex (dont be a fool wrap ur tool), spanking, sir kink, orgasm denial, french kissing

song rec: jonghyun - moon ♡ bleachers & sia - like a river runs ♡ arctic monkeys - all my own stunts

word count: 4.3k

a/n: this was originally posted to my old blog on november 16th, 2019.

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You were in your bedroom when he came to you. This, you found strange. You were perplexed when you turned to see Sehün of all people, when you heard the door open and close.

He never came to you—it was always who went to him when he summoned you to his chambers. But you’d received no summons, and yet here he was, decked in his usual red and black regalia, rings adorning his long, slim fingers, dark hair swept up away from his face.

“My Lord.” You greeted him with a bow of the head, keeping the formalities should anyone be eavesdropping. He hadn’t given you permission to address him as anything other than his official title yet, not during this visit.

Such was one of the many rules of the sect; one, if given permission by one of the Seven to address them by their earthly names, could do so only for that occasion. Upon meeting them again, they would have to address them by their official titles, the lords.

“To what do I owe the honor?”

Sehün leaned back against the door of your humble room, and crossed his arms. “I didn’t see you at the worship this evening.”

“I wasn’t feeling very well, My Lord, forgive me. Healer Choi gave me permission to sit out tonight, you may ask her if—”

“It’s alright, Y/N. You’re not in trouble. I just wanted to see you.” He took a step closer, and you swallowed the lump that had grown in your throat out of anticipation.

Having someone so powerful in such close proximity was always intimidating to you. Especially when you knew what Sehün was capable of, both in your private affair and when it came to preaching to the masses.

You’d found yourself tangled between Sehün and his bedsheets for the first time almost a year ago, when he was tipsy on wine and requested a willing girl of age with specific physical attributes in his bedroom. Young women willing to serve their Lord Greed who lived in the Sanctuary were called for, you amongst them, and the moment his eyes fell upon you, you were chosen.

Lord Envy will receive many prayers tonight, you’d thought, as the other girls eyed you with jealousy and contempt as they were escorted out of the room.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, sweet girl,” He said, taking a step closer and snapping you back to the present. Cold blue eyes met yours, and you looked away almost immediately.

“You… thought of me,” You replied, as his hand came up to your chin, pulling it up so you were looking at him once more. He nodded, eyeing your face.

Sehün was beautiful, you realized for what seemed like the millionth time. He was scarred and mangled and terrifying but his features, up close, seemed to be flawless. Everything about him was contradictory. His scars gave him a rugged, worn look. His hands were calloused and rough.

And yet, when he walked into a room he radiated an aura of regalness. He always held his chin up high, despite the fact that he already towered over most of the people he was surrounded by anyway. When he looked down at you, it made you feel powerless and weak. It didn’t surprise you that Lady Fate had chosen him and his brothers as living incarnations of the gods.

“I did,” He murmured. His grip on your chin had tightened, but only slightly, and his face was inching closer and closer. You could feel his hot breath fanning your face, and you fiddled with the hem of your modest white dress.

His lips brushed against yours but he still hadn’t kissed you, not yet. Sehün lived to tease, he wanted you to want him, to plead and beg and cry for him to take what he knew was his, has always been his and will likely always be his. He took most of his pleasure in winding you up before taking you apart, piece by piece.

Instead of kissing you, his hands found yours, and he gripped your wrists so you couldn’t move away from him. Your heart rate began to increase at the thrill of him not wanting you to get away from him, despite the fact that if you asked, he would let you go and leave you be.

“I may be cruel, but I’m no monster. Not to you,” He’d told you the first time you denied him.

His hands forced your wrists up, and your hands found their way to his chest. He slowly forced you against the wall.

“I was worried when I didn’t see you today, so I had to come and make sure my sweet girl was alright.”

You sighed at the pet name he’d given you, the one he always called you. His lips were still resting against yours, and when he finished his sentence, his tongue darted out to swipe at your bottom lip, and you gasped at the sensation. He took advantage of this, quickly slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You knew what he liked, you’d learned so much over the times he’d taken you, and you immediately responded by meeting his tongue with your own. No matter how often you did this, it never failed to arouse you, the sensation of wetness sliding against wetness. The messiness that came, as eventually, spit started falling out of both of your mouths and onto your chins. How obscene yet pleasing it felt when Sehün pulled away, only to swipe away the drool that had fallen onto your chin with his own tongue.

A whimper escaped your mouth, and your small hands tightened into fists, scrunching up the fabric of his shirt.

“M-my Lord.” Your voice was trembling, weak, as you’d become wound up, already waiting for him to touch you.

“We both know that’s not what you’re supposed to call me when I come to fuck you,” He growled, and your eyes flutter shut. You nodded, feeling your arousal spike when he uses the vulgar word.

“Tell me, Y/N, what is it you want?”

“Please touch me, Sir.”

His grin was wicked, nose coming down to brush against yours as he swooped in for another filthy kiss. He let go of your wrists, and his large hands quickly found their way to your thighs. He squeezed them harshly, before murmuring into the kiss, “Up.”

You obeyed wordlessly, hands winding around his neck as you wrapped your legs around his slender waist, dress hiking up as you did so. He carried you both to your bed, and sat, you straddling his lap.

“Look what you do to me,” He sighed, grabbing the back of your neck and gently forcing you to look down. He was already hard, and you grab one of his larger hands, pulling it towards your panties, which are slowly getting wet as your arousal grows.

“You do the same to me, Sir.”

Sehün immediately pulled the cotton fabric to the side, rubbing up and down your slit. “Is this what you want, sweet girl?”

You inhaled sharply, hips beginning to rock against his touch before you nodded.

Suddenly, his free hand delivered a spank to your ass, and you whined, head falling against his chest.

“Words. Use your words, darling.” His voice was stern, dark. You knew better than to poke the sleeping bear, and nodded against his chest before speaking again.

“Y-yes, Sir. I want it.”

His other hand was still stroking up and down your slit, now purposely avoiding your clit and ghosting over your entrance. The friction was slowly driving you mad, the pleasure was there but it was barely enough. You would do anything for him to do anything else.

“Where do you want my fingers, Y/N? Inside you,” He pushed in the tip of his middle finger, causing you to keen against his neck,  “Or on your clit?"

He pulled his finger out and dragged his hand towards your clit, tapping it ever so lightly. Your hands twitched at your sides, not knowing whether you were allowed to touch him or not.

"P-please,” You said. Your words were gone. This was what Sehün could do to you.

When you’d first heard of the Sect of Seven you didn’t believe their “godlike powers”, but now you understood, now you truly believed. Sehün had an effect on everyone—greed was his power, and you were feeling it strongly now, reduced to mere whimpers and thoughts of only more, more, more.

Another hit rained down on your ass, and you squirmed in his grip.

“Words!” His growl was louder now, bordering on angry. “This is your last warning, darling. I’m not going to repeat myself again. Use your fucking words.”

You took a deep breath, then another, when you felt Sehün’s free hand run up and down your back, calming you despite the domineering aura he had about himself.

He knew the effect he could have on people, and he could always tell when it washed over you. This was him trying to snap you out of it just a little bit, and often did this to relax you enough to respond when you were having difficulty speaking.

“Inside,” You gasped finally, raising your head to look at his face. “Fuck me with your fingers, please, Sir."

His smirk was almost as wicked as he was, and he held up two of his fingers to your mouth. "You know what to do.”

His eyes watched your own intently as you sucked his fingers into your mouth, ignoring how the tacky, dried spit on your chin makes the sensation of opening your mouth feel strange and almost tight. You hollowed your cheeks, and he chuckled darkly.

“The next time I have you all to myself, I’ll make you suck my cock.”

You nodded enthusiastically at the idea. Sehün was so big, and having him stuffed down your throat was always a challenge that got you rewarded nicely.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, fingers still crammed into your mouth. “I remember you were so innocent the first time I fucked you. Now look at you, so eager for me to do whatever I want to you.”

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, trailing it down to your exposed core. “Take off the dress,” He ordered, before finally putting a finger inside of you, setting a slow, tedious pace.

Hands trembling, you forced your hands towards the hem of the white dress, hiking up the skirt, before pulling it up over your head, dropping it at Sehün’s feet. “The bra goes too.”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

You unhooked the bra, tossing it away from you. Finally free to just bask in the sensation of Sehün’s finger caressing inside your walls, your hands balled up into fists, no longer able to keep your hands off of him.

“M-may I—ah!—please touch you, Sir?”

His free hand guided your smaller one to the hardness in his pants. “Get me ready to fuck you, sweet girl.” His voice was quiet, husky, and you licked your lips in anticipation.

“Yes, Sir,” You said for what felt like the millionth time that night, and he smiled down at you, before spanking you again, and you cried out in surprise.

“I-I did what you told me to!”

“I know,” He answered, grinning, “It’s just cute to watch you squirm when I do it.”

You whined. “Sir, please don’t tease—”

“Just jerk me off, sweet girl.”

You eyed him defiantly for a moment. His finger stilled inside of you, almost challenging to disobey. You decided quickly it was better not to, mouth latching to the point below his ear, silently and swiftly unbuckling his belt and dipping a hand into his pants.

His dick was hot and hard, pulsing. You could have sworn it twitched once you finally wrapped your hand around it. He hummed in satisfaction as you pulled him out, letting go of him briefly to spit into your palm. You gripped him again and began to move your hand at the speed he was finger fucking you.

It was no surprise to you that after a few moments of this he sped up his pace, and so do you.

You were moaning against his skin now, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses along his jawline and his free hand came up to pull on one of your nipples, the nub now hard and sensitive. His rough fingertips dragging aggressively across your skin, leaving you mad with want.

When Sehün asked if you could handle another finger, you didn’t hesitate, begging for more, then finally keening in satisfaction of the slight burn that came when he gave into your request.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, hands exploring each others’ skin despite having touched many times in the past.

“Play with your clit,” He said eventually, fingers still fucking in and out of your pussy, “Use one hand on my cock and t-touch your clit with the other one.”

Your head tipped back as you obeyed, adding even more pleasure when your hand teased your clit, before setting a quick drag of back and forth, back and forth.

“F-fuck, Sir, o-oh my god!”

You could tell when Sehün was beginning to lose himself in the pleasure; his eyes scrunched shut, his breathing became heavier than it already was. His free hand, which was gripping your waist, gripped it tighter, and you relished in the crushing but not unbearable pain in your side where his fingers were, knowing that there would be bruises in the morning.

Eventually it came, the familiar coil winding you up and leaving you charged like a livewire, causing your movements to become frantic, moving wildly against his grip.

“S-sir, I’m close!”

In response, he slipped in another long and calloused finger. You cried out his name, before gasping as you realized what you’d done.

You’d just called one of the Lords by name without his permission.

His fingers stilled inside of you, swiftly removing them before flipping the two of you over so he was hovering of you. He looked furious, as he spanks you again.

This time, however, it landed on the nipple he’d been tweaking, before pulling out both of his fingers, and you wailed, a woman possessed.

“Sir, please!” Your pleading was loud, ragged, voice reedy with desire.

His hand gripped your chin once more, this time much more harshly. “Why should I give you anything when you won’t behave? I never gave you permission to say my name, darling. I should just leave you here and not come back.”

“No,” You begged, “No, sir, please, I-I’ll be good, promise!“

He pushes a few strands of hair out of your face, before pressing a harsh kiss against your lips. His hands grabbed yours, pinning them above your head and leaving you powerless.

"I’ve denied you once,” He said, “I won’t hesitate to deny you again. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

He nodded, expression stoic. His steely blue eyes were dilated, almost black with desire. “I’m going to fuck you now. You know what to tell me if it gets to be too much."

You hummed in agreement. "Moonlight, Sir. That’s the word."

He smiled down at you softly, eyes turning to crescents as he broke character for a moment. "That’s a good girl.”

The way he could easily shift between harsh and kind left you feeling as though you had whiplash.

He kneeled on the bed, unbuttoning his crimson red shirt and exposing his toned skin to your eyes. You watched, bewitched, as he stripped down, bare as you.

He lowered himself once more, caging you between the mattress and his long, lithe body. You felt your face heat, and although you couldn’t see, you could tell you were blushing. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his swollen, chapped lips never failing to take your breath away.

You felt one of his hands reach down, and moments later you gasped into the kiss at the sensation of him rubbing his length between your folds. “Sir,” You said, between kisses, “I’m gonna die - if you don’t do anything soon.”

He pulled away, resting his nose against yours. “You’re too dramatic, darling.”

You gazed up at him, taking in his appearance. His chest was heaving, hair mussed and now falling into his face, his prominent cheekbones and broad shoulders flushed. His expression was dark-but you weren’t sure if that was because of the way the shadows hit his face or because of the lust he felt.

“Se-Sir, p-please.”

“Please, what?” He said, rocking his hips experimentally, still not fucking into you, and you threw your head back in frustration, “You need to tell me exactly what you want, sweet girl.”

You licked your lips, gathering your words as you opened your eyes to stare wantonly at him.

“Fuck me, Sir. Do whatever you want to me.”

He nodded with a smirk, and you could practically feel his ego swell, right before he pushed into your cunt.

Sehün, after so much teasing, wasted no time in setting a punishing pace, groaning in satisfaction. “You’re always so tight, Y/N. Ah, fuck!”

You wrapped your legs around his hips, wordless at how rough he was thrusting into you. You wanted to grab at him, run his hands through his hair and down his back, but he’d already grabbed your wrists again, manhandling them above your head so you were practically at his mercy.

He rested his head against your shoulder, laving his lips against your skin, now damp and glistening with sweat. The heat radiating off of both of your bodies as you writhed against each other seemed to make the temperature in your bedroom rise, sweat dripping from your bodies and mixing with each other’s, making the slide of his skin against yours come even easier.

His thrusts were incessant, but that didn’t stop you from thrashing in his grip when he hit a spot inside of your walls, causing you to cry out, eyes rolling back into your head and his pace turned sluggish, as the tight clenching of your pussy around him caught him off guard.

“Say my name,” He ordered, one hand letting go of your wrists to come play with your clit, now swollen from your vigorous touching and the way his pelvic bone seemed to grind against it.

“F-fuck! Sehün, harder!”

He complied, thrusts soon shallower and slower, but harder as he rocked into your tight heat. Your moans were garbled, mumbling complete nonsense and not even you knew what you were asking for with your constant begging of oh, please, and more, more, more.

Soon enough, the feeling returned, and his pace was no longer controlled, hips moving erratically against yours. All rational thought had left both of your minds, the two of you fucking against each other like wild, feral animals.

“I’m gonna come soon,” He grunted, “F-fuck, Y/N, you’re so good.”

Your body felt like it was on fire, toes curling when you felt the sensation of an oncoming orgasm return again, and you mentally pleaded, a little more, please, please, please.

Your voice was shrill when you voiced your request, but you immediately regretted it. He pulled out of you, eyes filling with tears and crying out in anger when the feeling was lost.

Your eyes raked down his long, tan torso to find his large hand wrapped around his cock, pumping vigorously and giving you a beautifully frustrating sight to watch, propping your sweating body onto your elbows as he kneeled above you, his voice hoarse as he groaned.

“Where should I come?” He asked, but you knew you wouldn’t get a say. His tone was teasing despite the breathlessness in his voice, and eventually he came down to hover above you, pressing his forehead against yours as his eyes screwed shut and mis mouth tipped open, as he came on your stomach.

Your hands came up to run slowly through his hair, now damp with sweat, grounding him and ensuring he wouldn’t get too lost in his throes.

When he returned to his senses, panting heavily, eyes gleaming with a predatory glint, he grinned down at you. “My sweet girl.”

You pouted up at him. “You didn’t let me come.”

“Why should I?”

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, you were interrupted as his lips pressed against yours again, and you barely even noticed when he flipped you over, not until he pulled away to lie his head on your pillows. You looked him over once more, and you raised an eyebrow.

“You’re still hard?”

“Don’t act so surprised,” He murmured, “I’m young. I’m a god.”

You took in the sight of him, face flushed, dark hair messy, icy blue eyes watching, piercing through you and pinning you down in your spot.

One of his hands dragged down your chest, finally dragging his fingers through the cum on your skin, before both of his hands came to grip your hips. He eyed his stiff cock for a second, before his eyes came up to find yours. His eyebrows furrowed, and you could tell he’d just had another one of his wicked ideas.

“Tell me you love me, and maybe then I’ll let you come.”

You felt your eyes widen, and suddenly, despite all the times he’d seen you like this, you felt very, very naked, exposed, vulnerable.

Sehün wasn’t a man of emotions. From what you knew, none of the gods of the sect were men of emotions. They barely qualified as men at all—these were gods. You knew all of them had sexual partners (Sanctuary Queens, people called them, and by extension, you) as well, but had never felt courageous enough to ask Sehün or any of the other Sanctuary Queens about the power dynamics in their relationships.

However.

Sehün had never explicitly told you that this was simply sexual, carnal. There were no rules stating that a romantic relationship god and mortal was a sin–hell, the entire concept of the sect was that there was no such thing as sin, so long as no innocent person was harmed.

Sehün, no matter how ruthless he could be in battle or cunning he could be during worship, was kind. His heart, while not pure, was also not cold, but rather filled with appreciation for life, art, and you. He’d never explicitly said that he had feelings for you, and for a time you wondered if he was even human enough to have feelings at all.

You were never neglected with Sehün. He’d care for you, clean you up after sex, when you were still too overwhelmed to comprehend what was going on. He never forced you out of his chambers after sex, leaving you to rest in his bed, and if you asked nicely, he’d hold you, stroking your hair until you fell asleep. And while Sehün couldn’t cook if the entire sect depended on it, he’d still send for the chefs to make your favorite breakfasts on mornings when you were especially sore.

Regardless, Sehün asking this of you made you freeze up, and you released a shaky breath.

“Sehün, where is this—”

“Where is it coming from? Come on, Y/N. You can’t tell me you don’t feel it too.”

He sat up, coming to wrap his hands around your arms to pull you closer. His eyes studied your face, and you pursed your lips.

“Sehün…”

“I love hearing you say my name,” He whispered into your skin, pressing his nose against your cheek, “Say it again.”

“Sehün.” You felt your eyes flutter shut, going lax in his hold.

You heard him sigh. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’d thought of you all day.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You said, pulling away to get a good look at him. His eyebrows furrowed, and he lifted a hand to brush a few strands of hair away from his face.

“The resistance is planning something. We don’t know what it is, yet. All we know is that a confrontation is coming… soon.”

You watched his face. He looked troubled—the warm, yellow light of your bedside lamp cast shadows upon his expression that brought out all of his flaws: every scar, every mole, every blemish that wouldn’t be seen if you were standing away from him.

This was the gift Lady Fate had bestowed upon you, to see what exactly made one of your seven gods human, and you were even more grateful to have him say what you couldn’t.

“I’m a god.” He didn’t sound very convinced. “That doesn’t mean they can’t kill me, not with all of the artillery Jongdae keeps bringing in. That doesn’t mean they can’t take you away from me, Y/N. It's… sobering. All of this power only lasts for so long."

You grimaced in sympathy, bringing your hands up to Sehün’s cheeks, longing to be close to him once more.

"I love you, Sehün.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, a confession only for him to hear. “I’m so grateful that you chose me, of all of the girls you could have had that night.”

At your words, the usual twinkle that had dimmed in his eyes returned, just not as bright. “Thank you.”

You smiled, and he did the same, before his swollen lips came down to capture yours again.

“Mine,” he murmured against your lips, “All mine.”

You pushed him away, watched him fall back onto the mattress. You shifted yourself on top of his body, the way his eyes flickered with arousal not going unignored. “Okay,” You sighed dramatically, “I did what you told me to do… Does that mean I can come now?”

He grinned, flipping you over with ease. He looked beautifully disheveled, smiling down at you.

“For you, sweet girl, I’ll make you come a hundred times more.”